Some days writing one thousand words is something you just kind of do to keep your hands busy between sips of coffee and some days writing one thousand words is the hardest fucking thing you’ve ever done in your life
collection of fonts i like / use a lot! all of these are free to download on the given site underneath. feel free to like & rb if this collection is useful.
When I was in the hospital, they gave me a big bracelet that said ALLERGY, but like. I’m allergic to bees. Were they going to prescribe me bees in there.
So there’s a medication called hyaluronidase. It’s used to make other medications absorb better, because it makes the cell wall more permeable.
One common usage is to make local anesthetic more effective during surgery, for instance. It’s used in a number of injected medications.
Bee stings contain an enzyme very similar to this medication, so sometimes, people with bee allergies have an allergic reaction to hyaluronidase.
This is called cross-reactivity, where your body mistakes something for the thing it’s actually allergic to, and has an allergic reaction anyway. For instance, sometimes people with latex allergies also are allergic to bananas and other fruits. They don’t actually contain latex, but there are some similar proteins.
Apparently, hyraluronidase used in humans is derived from one of four sources: sheep testicles, cow testicles, cow testicles again, and GMO hamster ovaries.
tl;dr: They won’t inject you with bees, but they might inject you with purified cow testicle juice, and your body might say ‘eh, cow balls are BASICALLY bees’ and try to kill you anyway.
The world is full of such beauty and wonder. Thank you for that sentence.
My grandma’s on and off again boyfriend that she cheated on grandpa with died today.
RIP to Nana’s side piece. Though they never married, Grandpa died in September and she brought his long term competition to Thanksgiving that year.
Grandma and Grandpa had a shotgun wedding when Grandma was 19. Grandpa went off to Vietnam which left her, a severely mentally young mother, alone. Never heard a complaint about her side piece Jeff. He seemed to make her happy and for that I salute him.
I’m an only child so I have to discuss sensitive family drama with my 38,000 followers instead.
Sharing space is nothing new. Sharing bathrooms is nothing new. The reactionary outrage is so manufactured.
The parking lot? As in the gender neutral parking lot? As in a place where you have no privacy?
These are the bathrooms at the airport in question:
As you can see, complete privacy for all waste-expulsion activities. You only encounter other people around the sink.
This just proves a point that I’ve repeatedly noticed and it’s that every time a bathroom goes gender neutral it gets about a hundred percent safer.
I distinctly remember coming back from college to find that they’d converted the two of the bathrooms into all-gender restrooms. Among the changes were doors that went all the way up and down, a locking mechanism within the door, and actual door handles. Even the single-occupancy bathroom got a wall for extra privacy.
In contrast, I remember the women’s bathrooms in my old school. They were broken as shit. Some doors needed to be held by a friend, some doors you held with your foot from inside. The wheelchair-accessible bathroom straight up did not have a doorat all. And yet we all pretended this was okay because hey, the womanly honor code. You think that shit would have flown if there were two gender-neutral restrooms?
All I’m saying is that if I were fleeing a predator or wanted to be absolutely sure I was private, which one would be the better option? The one that assumes that a “no penises allowed” sign will be enough? Or the one that actually, physically protects me?
Also, nongender restrooms are better for parents. My brother and I grew up raised by my mom. While nothing ever happened to him going into the bathroom alone, not even like a poop accident that he would have needed help cleaning up with, my mom certainly got anxious sending a seven-year-old into the men’s room unaccompanied. A nongender restroom means that parents of small children can worry less about their kids.
Gender neutral bathrooms are The Shit. I love the privacy. Like as someone who gets menstruation related intestinal issues, the ability to just have an actual fucking door, and some goddam privacy is awesome. Gender neutral bathrooms benefit everyone. And back to the parents/caretakers of children thing, imagine if you’re a dude who’s out with a fairly young daughter or niece, what the hell do you do if there’s no family or gender neutral washroom? Use the womens’ and deal with the weird looks and/or comments, or chance it with the guys bathroom? Gender neutral bathrooms solve dozens of problems at once, including partially eliminating a need for family washrooms, as a gender neutral bathroom with change tables would take care of all that.
I think if you can figure out what is causing Symptoms that the inside of your brain should go DING DING DING and then the Symptoms say Fuck, you got me! and leave
my favorite kind of character is the kind who deep in their soul is constantly screaming LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME and outwardly expressing literally anything else
this post has been very fun for me because I rarely post anything that’s not like, specific to my fandoms yk but now I get to see everybody tagging this with their favorite traumatized guys and it’s cool
I find the fact that the closest mountain point on earth to the moon, the highest mountain and the tallest mountain are 3 different mountains to be a tiny bit disturbing
Explain
The world’s highest mountain is the most beloved, it is mount everest, the mountain that’s farthest from sea level. If you connected the other two to everest by a slide and put a ball on everest, it will slide down to the other two (in a frictionless perfect world)
The world’s tallest mountain is mauna kea, it’s almost 4000 feet taller than everest if you measure from base to top, most of it is underwater though
The world’s closest mountain to the stars is mount Chimborazo, it is both shorter and less high than the other two, but it is closer to the equator, so the bulge of earth makes it ever so slightly farther from the center, so it is closer to the stars
A circulating video of sisters who bought the same clothes for their husbands 😂❤️
this gag NEVER fails to make me laugh. watching them all file in one by one and collectively laugh harder every time the next guy walks in…i could watch videos of this practical joke all day
Their faces as they collectively realize they’re married to the funniest women on the planet
you will miss this in 40 or 48 hours. twitter will smooth your brain down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a social media platform that hasn’t meaningfully changed in a decade. you don’t know I’m posting about you in real time bc Sarah has timestamps switched off. I’m not dead, Grant. Grant, let me out of the casket. Graaaant,
how old is the original post… please tell me it’s like 2 days older than this post
I feel like we’re almost in an era of like, reverse queerbaiting. Used to be that you’d be tricked into watching a show because the story implied there’d be gay rep, but now they’re using gay rep to trick you into thinking there’ll be a story.
this is the best term for this actually I’m gonna start using this irl
I’ve honestly been told so many times “you should watch ___! It has Gay People” and then the shows just mid.
I am no longer starved for queer rep, you’re gonna have to do better than that
One legitimately weird thing about Tumblr is that we literally can’t code for shit, many people quit working at Tumblr due to a hostile work environment, and we can’t seem to program a simple blogging website to not flood your RAM.
nearing the 10 year anniversary of banishing editable reblogs
I consider myself pretty under-read on black history, particularly black radical history, but I can’t imagine being so callously noncurious about the subject that I would openly comment that I don’t know who the Black Panthers were. You couldn’t pay me to admit that
God I remember having to explain to me white (former) friends about what I thought were the basics of black history. Had to explain
The Black Panthers
Fred Hampton
Malcom X
Trayvon Martin
13 Amendment
Emmett Till
And more, which is so crazy to me! How?? First was dis belief and then envy. I was jealous that they never had to think about their rights were something fought and struggled for, how it was paid in blood. To them it was natural
Something that I think Warhammer 40,000 storytellers miss sometimes is the sheer scale of their setting. I mean, don’t get me wrong - I love the big, dramatic clashes, the characters you can buy in mini form and their convoluted, interwoven lore, the dramatic combats against unstoppable foes across a thousand ruined worlds. But that’s the top of the setting, as it were - the most powerful beings in the universe, all fighting for supremacy. And at ground level, the level of the ordinary person, are so many other stories.
Did you know that a Lunar-class void cruiser has a crew of 95,000? Nearly a hundred thousand people, aboard a spaceship five kilometers long. A city, flying through outer space to wage war. Many of those people are proper trained soldiers, fresh from some academy or veterans of long, grueling campaigns, and many more are pressed into service, begrudgingly laying their lives at their Emperor’s feet. But, unless the ship is currently actively involved in a really bloody campaign, most of those people were born aboard that ship. Most of their parents were born aboard it. And their grandparents. And their great-grandparents. Lineages stretching back centuries, so far that the original soldier who came aboard has been forgotten. A lot of those people probably know, on some level, that they’re aboard a ship flying through space - but a lot of them probably don’t, and I guarantee you almost none of them understand what that means. This ship is their world. To look out the window means madness so often that they avoid it - not that windows are readily available anyway. Most of them probably barely even understand that they’re fighting. All they know is that when the readouts on their analog instruments display like so, when they hurry to obey the blared orders through the klaxon, the Emperor is pleased with them. They were born into that world. When they were children they did smaller tasks the adults couldn’t. Their entire existence was winding metal corridors, laid out according to some archaic design, any logic that might dictate their layout long since degraded after millennia of ignorant maintenance, lit only by emergency lights that have long since become the default. They learned how to read an angle readout or how to relay an order perfectly the way another child might learn history or math. When they grew up, their service was flawless, born of pride and ignorance, and when they grew old and died, their legacy was remembered until it was forgotten. Many were killed in battle, but who cares? They gave their lives to the Emperor - a name whose meaning they don’t understand, but whose importance they believe in wholeheartedly, all but synonymous with the commanding officers up above.
Sometimes, the klaxons sound a specific command, and every person on board who understands what it means feels a deep, awful dread as they run to their battle stations. They don’t know what a warp jump is. They don’t understand they’re going from one place to another by the fastest way available. All they know is that, for a time, the ship dips into hell. The corridors go wrong. Things and people might not be where or what they were before. Daemons stalk the halls, and must be killed by any who can hold a lasgun. The overcrowded berths, the little nooks that families find for themselves - they are not private anymore. They are not safe. Things drift through the shift that do not care about the laws of physics, but that delight in killing and torturing human beings. Vast energies shake the ship and tear parts of it away - their home, their world, their existence, the biggest thing they can imagine, assaulted by something bigger. Is it the Emperor’s punishment for failure? Is this what battle is? What’s going on? They don’t know, and no one who does can be bothered to tell them. The dread of those who have seen this before is even worse, because they don’t know how long it will be. It might be just a few hours. It might be days, or weeks, or months, or years, or decades. It might be centuries, as the captain of the ship goes hunting daemons deep in the warp - the officers live that long, after all, and have little care for those who don’t. There will be people born in hell, who spend their entire lives fighting from the day they can stand, and who die in hell, as old age and need catch up to them and they curl up in a corner to perish. To them, it isn’t even hell. It’s just the world. The world is death and pain and cruelty, an infinite metal box through which monsters stalk, and sometimes you must run to a battle station and do as you’re ordered to do. And sometimes, as they reach forty or fifty or even a ripe old sixty, the ship drops out of the Warp, and, for the final years of their life, they are granted a life of relatively safe service better than anything they ever hoped to dream of.
Those are the kinds of stories I want to see more of. Super-soldiers fighting each other is cool, yes, but I want to see this universe explored. I want stories from the perspective of those that keep the Imperium going, or the aeldar, or the tyranids, or anyone, really. There’s just so much potential in this setting. It deserves it.
“I’m having my son in 2 months and I’m jealous of how cute baby girl clothes are” you can put your newborn son in a little strawberry print romper, I swear. he won’t mind. he won’t develop a complex over it, I promise.
It’s so interesting how heavily gendered baby clothes are an extremely modern phenomenon like even in the midcentury period baby clothes were often the same cut and color for baby boys and baby girls but now you can’t put your son in a pink romper and you have to use baby glue to affix a flower to your daughter’s head so everyone knows she’s a little girl.
For a while I had a freelance proofreading gig helping out a site that sold, among other things, teething toys.
The amount of people who cared whether their baby was chewing on a blue car or a pink flower was astounding to me. I assure you, the baby doesn’t care about anything other than ‘ahhhhhh that feels better,’ and you need not care about anything other than 'can baby chew off a piece of this and choke on it? no? cool.’
The last days of the petition against conversion therapy are FASCINATING to watch. I have been following it pretty closely for almost a year now, and the progress was, above all, steady. There was this jump when some algorithm in Finland picked it up, but even that was local.
And now, everyone is panicking.
Which really shows.
These past three or four days, multiple countries have reached the threshold. Even more notably, the number of signatures in total, the ones that we need to get one million of, are growing rapidly. There are only 400'000 signatures missing. Two days ago, it was closer to 600'000.
Consider joining the fun by making everyone around you sign it!
This now needs less than 300k signatures, and even gained 2k between the time I reblogged it and me adding this edit!
Only 170k signatures needed now! The deadline is May 17th aka TOMORROW - which is close, but it’s gaining 100k+ signatures per day - which means there’s a real chance the petition could make it! And they’ve already met enough of the per-country thresholds to qualify on that basis!
The petition has literally gained over 10k signatures in the 30 minutes since I reblogged this, btw. We can get this done!!!
i need everyone to hear the story of colman domingo meeting his husband bc it’s just the most beautiful thing i’ve ever heard
Audio for Interview on Graham Norton audio:
You’re in Berkley, California in 2005 and you’re minding your business going into a Walgreens. Which is like a Boots here. So I’m going in there cause it’s a Sunday night. Just-I live in New York, I go in there to get a mask, a facial mask.
So I’m walking in and I see someone walking out, has beautiful hair down to here, (gestures below the shoulder) lip piercing, beautiful, beautiful. I see this guy and we look at each other and I’m like ‘oh my god’ and I’m on the phone and I come outside. We look at each other and he’s talking to this young woman, and she seems to be angry at something. So its a lot of like- *mimes yelling* and he’s looking at me and she’s all *mimes anger*
And I’m like, what’s going? So I’m like ok let me get off the phone. I get off the phone, they walk off down the street. But he keeps looking back and I wave, but he just keeps going. And then I’m just dumbfounded and I end up in a Blockbuster across the street, and I don’t even know what I’m doing I decide to look at my watch and it’s 8:03. And I look outside, I think is he here? I think maybe I’ll come back next Sunday and he’ll be here. I’m that kind of hopeless romantic.
Cut to three days later, I’m trying to buy a used computer and I’m just scanning craigslist. They have that over here right? I’m scanning craiglist. So I thought, maybe I’ll place one of those Missed Connections ads. I wonder if they work, cause I would read them on the subway. I go to page 2 of them as I’m reading and I see: 'saw you outside of Walgreens - Berkley. He placed an ad for me two hours before.
Sterling K Brown: Come on, brah.
I jumped up I’m like, are you kidding me? That’s me. He described me with my faux hawk, it was 2005. *laughing* And I was like, get out of here. So we met up three days later. We had our first date. I was trying to be a good boy and go home. He said, can you stay over? I said sure but let’s just cuddle. We cuddled. I thought he was asleep. Four o'clock in the morning, I couldn’t sleep and I say to him, “I think I love you and you’re about the change my life.” And we’ve been together almost nineteen years now.
Sterling K Brown hollers. “Yooo! Are you serious? Oh my god!”
The crowd cheers. Graham and the other panelists make similar amazed sounds. /end]
So I have extremely vivid dreams sometimes, and last night I had a dream about a new TTRPG that had released. It was a blatant ripoff of DnD called “Dames and Daddies.”
In this game, all of the liches from OG DnD lore had somehow come back to life and turned into hot young wizards again. Sure, they lost their lichdom and immortality, but surprisingly, most of them were chill about it?? The game was mainly a dating sim, and players would roleplay while trying to seduce all the magical dames and daddies. The most powerful daddy was said to be the hardest to win over, and he was clearly annoyed by the constant stream of under-leveled adventurers that kept showing up trying to impress him.
If the party failed to make him fall in love, he would get fed up with romance and devote himself to achieving lichdom again, eventually succeeding and becoming the BBEG. And since the players had to spend most of the game roleplaying and going on dates, they had basically no combat abilities. So the only way the party could defeat the BBEG was by convincing enough of their paramours to fight him on their behalf. Since he was the only magic user in existence to become a lich twice, BBEG became incomprehensibly powerful. So the party’s success in the final battle was completely dependent on the size and combined strength of the wizard harem they managed to amass over the campaign.
I’m still remembering more bits and pieces of this buckwild shit. I’m not sure what prompted this absolute fever dream, but I guess thanks for the entertainment, brain. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
the Philadelphia police department had a brutal, corrupt, and racist reputation long before MOVE entered the picture. despite that fact, MOVE’s claims of police brutality typically fell on deaf ears, even when they had undeniable proof of mistreatment. the bombing is only one part of the story both because it is the culmination of violence between MOVE and the police and also because it is part of the broader narrative of police brutality in Philadelphia that is still largely played out today.
in 1967, a guy named Frank Rizzo became the police chief. his nickname while working in West Philadelphia as a captain was “The Cisco Kid,” which referenced the fictional cowboy who “killed for the love of it or any other reason that came to mind.” he referred to “vermin” in Philadelphia as the source of the crime and decline.
so yeah, not only is the MOVE bombing virtually unheard of by the average person in America (and it’s not much better in academia, for that matter), but the story that is often told when people do hear about is that this all happened in a vacuum “due to the actions of a violent Black resistance group.” in reality, it was the culmination of over 50 years of brutality against Black people and minorities in Philly.
The fringe Parasitic Encephalization Theory claims our nervous system is a parasite that took over the body of the earliest vertebrate ancestor. It captures 20% of the body’s resources, while staying separate from the blood and being considered unique by the immune system.
While very few defend this theory, one fact supports it: If the body dies while the skull is open, the brain and spinal cord sometimes detach and briefly flail outside, in what could perhaps be an ancient host-seeking reflex.
congratulations, you’ve managed to sway google’s ai overview
Also my two cents on the matter. It sucks that google will cite my art blog as an authoritative source. People googling the fake terms I make up was a good way I had of catching those who believed in my art a little too hard and making them realize it’s not real (since it’d often lead them to my website where it’s clear it’s an art thing). I bet a few of you found my art this way!
If now google does the opposite that says a lot about how bad it has become as a service. Straight up leading away from the truth.
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