Wine glass full of Mac and cheese garnished with two dinosaur chicken nuggets.
ah yes, tumblr is “banning porn”, you know, “““porn”““, like that one time they had their bots tag basically all lesbian and trans blogs as ““““““porn”““““. i truly trust the clowns who run this website to not literally fuck this up in the most heinous way imaginable while desperately begging for apple to restore their shitty app
[robs a bank]
[robbery investigation reveals massive corruption in the highest levels of government]
Me: Goddamnit
I swiped my credit card on this vending machine and it said “no sale” and just spat out a dollar bill at me??
reblog the Money Dollar and a vending machine will bless you with miniscule wealth and extreme confusion
The world has fallen into ruin. Most countries have turned to anarchy, and those that haven’t are close to it. The greatest politicians have long stopped trying to help, knowing it’s useless. The people resign themselves to their fate, until one fateful day, he comes back. The one who would never give them up, never let them down.
Did I just get rick-rolled by a writing prompt tumblr
everytime a man raises his stupid ass voice out of no where i get to the urge to end his worthless life on the spot
If you see this
You were visited by the magic kitten of rest. Reblog to have a good night’s sleep.
satanpositive
Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.
I have been waiting for this post all my life.
They are indeed purple, But one thing you’ve missed: The concept of “purple” Didn’t always exist.
Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his “wine-dark sea.”
A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.
So roses are red. Violets once were called blue. I’m hugely pedantic But what else is new?
My friend you’re not wrong About Homer’s wine-ey sea! Colours are a matter Of cultural contingency;
Words are in flux And meanings they drift But the word purple You’ve given short shrift.
The concept of purple, My friends, is old And refers to a pigment once precious as gold.
By crushing up molluscs From the wine-dark sea You make a dye: Imperial decree
Meant that in Rome, to wear purpura was a privilege reserved
For only the emperor!
The word ‘purple’, for clothes so fancy, Entered English By the ninth century
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Why then are voilets Not purple in song? The dye from this mollusc, known for so long
Is almost magenta; More red than blue. The concept of purple is old, and yet new.
The dye is red, So this might be true: Roses are purple And violets are blue
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While this song makes me merry, Tyrian purple dyes many a hue From magenta to berry And a true purple too.
But fun as it is to watch this poetic race The answer is staring you right in the face: Roses are red and violets are blue Because nothing fucking rhymes with purple.
IT GOT SO MUCH BETTER.
Source: katelizabeth
You too can learn to count with ds9 !
On the 9th day of Trekmas my t’hyla gave to me, Nine fancy dans, Eight prancing clones, Seven lovely ladies, Six politicians, Five gooood kiiiidsss, Four Infirmary patients, Three Ferengi, Two Scientists, and a Long Suffering Starfleet Captain!
When you see a girl out with her boyfriend and she is dressed up and he is wearing basketball shorts and a tshirt with a fish on it
a) do you really think someone would put all that time and energy into making an infinity stone jewelry piece if they didn’t know all about the infinity stones
b) I don’t see you putting all that time and energy into making an infinity stone jewelry piece, what have you contributed lately besides being a dick to people for no reason
c) who gives a shit if you can’t name all the stones, you’re allowed to enjoy the shit you enjoy without some whiney ass loser quizzing you to the smallest detail
restorative things
There are a bunch of people for whom bubble baths, scented candles, and chocolate is self-care.
There are a bunch of people for whom early-morning yoga, vegetable smoothies, and aggressively minimalist redecorating is self-care.
There are a bunch of people for whom playing with kids is self-care, and a bunch of people for whom dressing up and going to a fancy restaurant where no kids are allowed is self-care, and a bunch of people for whom sleeping in late is self-care and a bunch of people for whom getting up early is self-care.
Lately I’ve been moving from ‘yeah, humans are vast and varied’ to a sense that there’s a similar underlying thing in all of these cases.
I think something tends to be more restorative - to be an activity that leaves you more energized than you started it, more okay than when you started it - the more of these criteria it meets:
- restorative things are often things you associate with being prioritized, valued and valuable. This is why some people find chores restorative - it hits ‘valued and valuable’f or them - while other people find them draining - their association with doing chores is being incapable or not-good-enough or ordered-around,
- restorative things are usually things that don’t draw on the resources you feel constrained on - if you’re tired from being on your feet all day, running sure won’t do it, and if you’re lonely and isolated then bubble baths probably won’t help. Dong stuff that causes you anxiety won’t often be restorative.
- restorative things tend to fit into your understanding of what a good life for you looks like. early-morning yoga works for people who find it empowering to think of themselves as someone who does early-morning yoga. prayer and attending religious services tends to work for people who are like ‘my best self attends religious services’ and not so well for people ho are like ‘ugh I’m supposed to do that’ or ‘doing that just reminds me how much I disagree with my community about what my best self looks like’
- restorative things are pleasant in their own right. It’s astonishing how often this one gets passed-over. If you do not enjoy something - if the experience of doing it isn’t a good experience - then it’s really unlikely to be restorative. Making yourself do yoga when you find every minute awful will not be restorative. It might sometimes be valuable but it won’t be restorative. (Things that are unpleasant to start, but pleasant and rewarding once you’re doing them, can be restorative).
I think there are a couple takeaways from this framework. One is hopefully to make it easier to identify things that’ll be restorative for you. The second is that people attach a lot of moral valence to which activities other people find restorative - accusing people of being consumerist or selfish or lazy or privileged - and I’m hoping that there might be less of it if people are aware that the things that work for them won’t work for everyone. (Related to that,of course privilege plays a role in which things you experience as making you valued and valuable, and which things you conceive of as being part of your good life. So it’s a terrible idea to try to impose one version of ‘self-care’, like employers signing employees up for exercise programs in the name of self-care; people of a different class background get particularly screwed by this.)
Still can’t believe that “Fascination” was a real episode that actually happened
I feel like the reason certain dog-lovers insist cats are evil is because they read their body language as if they were dogs. So here’s a very basic guide to common “mean” things cats do that actually aren’t mean at all if you know what they’re thinking.
Rolling and exposing belly- attacks you when touched Does not mean: Give belly rubs! - haha I tricked you! Actually means: I’m playful! If you reach for my belly I’ll grab your arm and bite it because I think we’re playfighting!
Lazily exposing belly - still attacks when touched Does not mean: tricked you again! Actually means: I’m showing you my belly because I trust you. Please don’t break that trust by invading my personal space. I might accept a belly rub if I’m not ticklish and I know you well. Snapping at you while being pet Does not mean: I suddenly decided I dislike you! Actually means: You’re petting me in a way that gives me too much restless energy. Please focus on petting my head and shoulders instead of stroking the full length of my back next time.
Is in the same room but makes no attempt to interact Does not mean: I’m ignoring you Actually means: We’re hanging out! I’m being respectful by giving you space while still enjoying your company. Slapping/scratching your hand when you try to pet them Does not mean: I hate you! Actually means: You’ve failed to establish that we’re not playing, or the way you’re approaching me scares me. Be calmer, speak more gently, make eye-contact and blink slowly at me before you try again.
I love this post omg, thank you so much. As a lifelong cat person, dogs perplex me because they’re so completely different behaviourally.
I love dogs too but, I’ve been trying to tell people, you canNOT treat cats like you treat dogs. They arent the same animals and have very different personalities
P.s.: people often pet cats way too hard. Dogs like a firm pet or a pat on the belly, cats dont have the same bone structure and are more flexible than dogs so what you’re doing probably hurts them
Sitting and staring Does not mean: I am challenging you/plotting your demise/just generally evil and creepy. Actually means: I am a desert-adapted species, so my natural tears are very thick and keep my eyes moist for a nice long time. I do find people interesting and enjoy watching them. I just don’t need to blink very often!
Staring and blinking slowly Does not mean: I’m smug and think I am smarter than you. Actually means: I like you! But I don’t need to get up in your face to show it. I can just sit over here and blow kisses at you to show you I am glad you are around!
It’s very frustrating for me when people expect cats to act like dogs, or act like they’re deceitful. They aren’t! They just AREN’T DOGS.
lafememeistnoire
Pour les chats 🐈💞
Wagging tail
Does not mean: I’m so happy! Come pet me!
Actually means: I am very stimulated right now. Something is either very interesting or very annoying. I might want to play, but petting is ill-advised.
There two types of tail movement, one where only the tip of tail is flicking which means they’re feeling playful, or the whole-tail sweep which means “i’m annoyed”. Cats can get very quickly from “play with me!” to “okay this is too much now pls stop”. It’s important to watch these signs if you want a good relationship with your cat.
Who exactly is ‘giving kids sex hormones’? oh wait. it’s the endocrinologists and parents inducing puberty in their kids because they think it’s happening too slowly or their endogenous hormone levels aren’t high enough. don’t believe me?
’How and when do I induce puberty in males?’, posted to Endocrine Abstracts. ‘Inducing puberty’, published in the European Journal of Endorcinology.
pustluk
meanwhile, trans teenagers (who actually elect to pursue hormone treatments) undergo intense psychological evaluation beforehand, and are overwhelmingly given hormone blockers—not ’ sex hormones'—to delay further effects of their first puberty for a few years until they’re sure they want to go on HRT.
what are the drugs they’re given? well, the most common is Lupron or leuprolide. Other applications of the drug include:
once again, trans kids are getting victimized by people who don’t care about facts or contexts, and who rely on straw man arguments to spread fear tactics that compromise kids’ wellbeing and physical safety.
Tbh PLEASE spread this post, if you are willing.
I see well-meaning people getting duped by misinformation about trans kids’ medical treatment WAY too often. People with an agenda of hate tell sensationalist stories that simply don’t match up with reality, and scare a lot of parents who might otherwise support their kids.
Informing people about the actual reality can save those kids’ lives.
practicalityinpraxis
I just want to chime in as an intersex person who was put on sex hormones against my will starting at age 11. Unlike trans kids whose treatment schedules tend to be “prevent an unwanted series of sexual developments until the child is old enough to safely begin pursuing the desired sexual developments,” intersex kids get put on sex hormones early, often, and aggressively.
These intensive, generally unwanted interventions have side effects. Life long side effects. For example, because of the high doses of hormones I was put on as a kid, I’ve developed a chronic condition that, ironically, can only be treated by staying permanently on yet another sex hormone therapy regimen. Even as an adult, I don’t have the choice to stop, because if I did, there’s more than even odds that I would get blood poisoning, and because my brand of intersex comes complete with a bunch of immunological issues (ALSO as a result of improper medical care due to intersexuality in childhood! Wild!!!), I would probably- not definitely but probably- die in excruciating pain.
There’s just so much fucked up about anti-trans people making statements like “stop with the sex hormones.” And basically all of the fucked up shit comes directly from believing that children aren’t real people and trans people are actually demons.
pustluk
whoomp there it is!!!