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Marine Biologist 🦈

@demure-squid

23, she/her

ordered pizza from a small local place and they didnt actually cut it so i've chosen to revert to a wild animal and begin ripping it apart instead of just using a knife to portion slices

absolutely visceral experience. food is so much more satisfying when you have to fight it. i may be feral

i am not proud to say this but that pizza lasted fifteen minutes. i normally am not that gluttonous, but this goes beyond glutton. there was gluttony and wrath. a whirlwind of sauce, cheese, and pepperoni, all atop a flatbread that was shred apart by my own hands due to the neglect of another

in that moment i was wild. i was free. i understood the simplest joys in life. the joy of eating and manifesting my own destiny

been reflecting on this all day and the unsliced pizza experience honestly ruled. i think everyone should try it sometime or another. you have not truly lived until you just absolutely obliterated a pizza in such a feral manner

is this you

yes

run

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My best friend and I have this tradition we call “chicken dinner” where we get a rotisserie chicken, lay it on a tarp, start on opposite ends of the tarp, and on the count of three we both run at the chicken and start ripping into it with our bear hands. We will be on our knees fighting for the best pieces of meat, ripping into the chicken with our faces, and it is the most viscerally delicious chicken I have ever had in my life. Grease gets everywhere. We have to do this outside. We have to tie our hair in buns beforehand.

You have never known the joy of food until you are lunging at your friend to rip the best part of the chicken out of their hand, rolling around on the tarp, stuffing it in your face before they can retaliate, and you realize “holy shit did I just growl?” And then you realize they are doing it too.

The chicken gets decimated. It’s absolutely destroyed. We aren’t allowed back inside until we have been hosed down. It’s the best.

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“No homo” cries the team at the dig site. The head archaeologist sinks to his knees, sobbing. He has dedicated his entire career to the pursuit of homo habilis, an important part of the hominid evolutionary line. All his work led up to this archaeological dig site. But now, his whole life has been for nothing. There is no homo….there is only Australopithecus.

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I read this to a group of archaeologists and they completely lost their shit

if there ever comes a time when i do not reblog this post, please assume i am dead and act accordingly. 

being a girl and hitting puberty is so traumatic. you go from being a genderless little free thing to being hit with shaving and makeup and growing breasts and skincare and menstruation and suddenly being sexualised when like a few years ago you could take your shirt off to play in the stream and trade yugioh cards with the boys and come home covered in mud and not even think about it. and then you spend years hating being a girl and hating everything puberty did to you and wishing you could be a boy or be completely genderless again and it takes you Many years to come to terms with yourself Or you simply try to Lean In to everything and do makeup tutorials on YouTube and claim it’s for fun. like how can this be treated as normal

trans people AND cis women 🤝 struggling to exist in a marked body which the world wants to shape, control and project meaning on to against your will

I HATE YOU YOUTUBE NEW LAYOUT I HATE YOU SPOTIFY NEW LAYOUT I HATE YOU TUMBLR LIVE I HATE YOU YOUTUBE SHORTS I HATE YOU NOTES BUBBLE I HATE TIKTOKIFICATION OF EVERYTHING I HATE YOU ALGORITHMS AND TARGETED ADS I HATE WHAT THE INTERNET IS COMING TO

DONT FORGET that coffee and alcohol are BEST FRIENDS with water! They love water so much and miss her when she’s not around! Please don’t put them in your tummy without her or they will be SO SAD.

She is the It Girl of your stomach. The true life of the party. Nobody will have a good time if she’s not there. Energy Drinks and Soda will maybe liven things up but it’s just not the same.

i do think that one of the worst things “activist” spaces on the internet ever did was convince young marginalized people that individual people, complete strangers, were their oppressors. no, matt from chemistry class isn’t personally oppressing you because he’s a guy, that old lady at the bank isn’t personally oppressing you because she’s cis, your waiter isn’t personally oppressing you because they’re white. individuals can and do contribute to systems of oppression. but seeing random individuals you encounter in your daily life as your oppressors will do nothing but trick you into punching laterally or punching down because you think it’s “empowering.” you might get a momentary rush of endorphins from snapping at the male cashier bc #menaretrashuwu but all you’re doing is being shitty to a random guy making poverty wages.

i saw a tik tok the other day that like perfectly described this phenomenon, how gen z (and some young millennials too tbh) pushes for systemic justice and equality, but refuses to give that on an interpersonal level, and like. y’all. you simply cannot achieve systemic change if you’re not also working toward interpersonal change. you will do more for your own liberation by treating others with sensible patience and kindness than you will pushing this toxic individualist narrative of “i don’t owe anyone anything and i get to act however i want to people i view as my oppressor.” we need class solidarity now more than ever.

June 22 2019 - A fascist trying to pick a fight at Bologna Pride gets more reaction than he bargained for. [video]

Exit, pursued by bear.

The description of the original video:

Translation:

“A neo-fascist, in all his Italian virility, begins to insult some women participating in Bologna Pride. This until, frightened by other protesters covered with glitter and by a bear far more virile than he, to devote himself to what the Fascists do best: escape.”

EXIT, PURSUED BY A BEAR. I’M SOBBING

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La fuga, pursued by bear in glitter 🤣🤣🤣

“to devote himself to what the Fascists do best: escape.” ROAST HIS ASS

the Strength, the Solidarity, and the Shade here is examplary

Hey what happens if a warlock's patron dies?

I imagine pact being a two-way soul link. Warlock dies, patron gets a soul that was well fed with magic. Patron dies? Their soul is split into pieces and absorbed by each of the warlocks... that would be interesting story. Group of warlocks wants to put the soul back together and revive their patron. Others want to absorb rest of soul pieces and usurp full patron's power for themselves

Disaster casters meet and join forces to resurrect their magic dad. Found family trope included

You know what, that's much better story