starting a compilation of my favorite "no thank you" buttons from when they want you to subscribe so bad

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adding to the collection

Just watched a spider try and fail to spin a centipede. Best wishes girl

Shes trying so fucking hard. It even ran away once. WAIT ARE WE IN A BREAKTHROUFH?

Nvm . Girl u r bad at this

SHES FUCKING HITTING THE CENTIPEDE

LIKE JUST PUNCHING HER

SHE KILLED IT. Now shes tryong and failing to cocoon it

She gave up. USAs best soldier

AND SHES BACK AT JT. she has underestimated how heavy a centipede is and the string keeps snapping

SHE DID IT

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It took almost a decade to do that too. We're entering year 5 of covid. It's global and airborne. Mask up.

only 5 seconds

i wasn't ready for that..lol

Immediately recognized that look

this feels like a sensitivity training for how to not commit micro aggressions against vampires in your workplace

"please advise" is the professional email equivalent of "girl help"

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

when it’s the fourteenth 

You can report this if you see it! This is a great way to help people in LA who are scrambling to find temporary housing. THOUSANDS of people are displaced right now and landlords and rental companies are taking advantage. Katherine Spiers shows you how to report.

Cite CA Penal Code 396 - "California Penal Code section 396 prohibits excessive and unjustified increases in the prices of essential consumer goods and services, construction services, hotel lodging, and residential rental properties during and shortly after a declared state of emergency or local emergency."

Report to DCBA.LACOUNTY.GOV or call 1-800-593-8222.

You can also call and shame the landlords / rental companies directly.

Donation centers are currently OVERFLOWING. We don't need more donations of stuff, we need more people attacking these landlords and not letting them get away with this shit.

matching knight girls~ ✨🗡️

My brother in law recently became a veterinarian and it has really driven the point home as to how fucking bonkers veterinary medicine is. We don't expect human physicians to really know much outside of their own specialty - a dentist, an otolaryngologist, and a maxillofacial surgeon are three totally different dudes. Meanwhile a veterinarian at a wildlife rehab center is doing orthopedic surgery on a hawk and then doing rounds on baby hedgehogs in the hedgehog NICU and administering antibiotics to a ratsnake. And he also knows how to perform surgical interventions on a cow! What the fuck! Those are all totally, wildly different kinds of animal!!

Shout out to veterinarians, they know Too Much.

Disney Facial Expressions

this person was animated by someone on too much caffeine with a huge love of lip sync, teeth, and a healthy disregard for how real peoples move because life is better exaggerated especially when you’re dropping facts

so what I’m saying is you’re all wrong this woman is a Don Bluth character

emily is also hard of hearing! she over-exaggerates everything from the way her mouth moves to her facial expressions because she herself had to learn to pick up these cues and lip-read from a young age.

she’s openly expressed that she knows people find this uncomfortable, but she doesn’t give two shits because honestly? who’s at the disadvantage? no one! not only do her tiktoks always have closed captions, but she exudes a very magnetic aura that makes anyone feel happy, and she’s a good laugh at that. she’s one of my favourite creators specifically because of her integrity and transparency - she’s unapologetic about who she is, what she likes and what she cares about.

re-reblogging because this is so interesting and to confirm that this is one of my favourite human beings to watch forever now <3

To me, she expresses like a cartoon character And I like it! 👍🏻

reblogging because the expressions are really good to watch

Danube’s Population: Datavisualisation of Central Europe’s largest river

it’s been two years, but i think that an icon like her deserves to be known about by more people.

her name was freddie oversteegen and she, at the age of fourteen, along with her older sister truus who was 16 and their friend johanna “hannie” schaft who was 19, was a part of the netherlands most famous all female resistance cell which was dedicated to fighting the nazis and dutch traitors.

among other things, they are known to have blown up bridges and railroads, smuggled jewish children from concentration camps and, as the tweet mentions, seducing nazis and then shooting them with guns that they had hidden in their bike baskets. freddie is quoted as having said that they “had to do it.” and that it was a “necessary evil, killing those who betrayed good people.”

though freddie and her sister truus were both lucky and survived the war, hannie schaft wasn’t. at the age of 24, hannie was caught and around three weeks later was executed by nazis, only 18 days before the netherlands were eventually liberated. she was shot with one only wounding her, and, before the final shot, hannie is quoted as having told the executioners: ik schiet beter, which translates to “i shoot better.”

though she didn’t survive, hannie is recognized as a national icon and a face of the dutch resistance, with her story even being retold in a movie from 1981 called “the girl with the red hair.” along with this, truus also founded the national hannie schaft foundation in 1992, on which freddie served as a board member.

freddie, at the time of her death, was 92 years old and the last surviving member of the resistance cell, with truus having died two years earlier at the age of 92.

though these women and all that they did played an important part in the dutch resistance, they are often overlooked in history outside of the netherlands. it’s important that they are remembered and that their work to save people isn’t forgotten. it’s incredible what they did, especially given how young they were, and they deserve more recognition than what they’ve gotten.

“I shoot better” Holy shit an icon

One of my friends is showing me vintage men's magazine covers and when I saw this one, my first thought was "lol that sounds like the headline of an article on invasive tegus coming out of Florida or something."

LO AND BEHOLD, THE LIZARD FROM HELL

Looking at those article teasers, who is this magazine for???? Potential San Diegan tourists? Vore fans? Americans concerned about marriage? People really excited about iguana-tegus from Hell attacking hikers who aren't dressed for the swamp?

I had my annual follow-up with gastro today.

Just like the first time, he walked in carrying a stack of handwritten research notes, sat down, apologized for not checking in with me sooner then proceeded to tell me that he had yet again reviewed my entire medical file, and after seeing how low my ferritin was, thought I would be a good candidate for a camera pill screening to examine my small intestine because he’s worried we’re missing something.

There’s a whole bunch of intestine that can’t be seen via endoscopy or colonoscopy and after taking a chance with “another patient like me,” the capsule camera revealed small bowel disease that was causing major deficiencies.

He told me I could think about it, and also ordered an inflammation stool test that might help narrow down the decision for me based on the results.

He asked about my migraines, my MCAS, my chronic pain and my POTS. He talked about how a small bowel disease could affect all those things in terms of my MCAS and the way my body just seems to crash and burn out of certain vital nutrients at random.

“We need to look at all of you,” he kept saying. “We need to help you.”

He’s so kind and thorough it makes me want to cry.