them: SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST MEANS HUMANS MUST BE INDIVIDUALLY SELF-SUFFICIENT AND COMPLETELY INDEPENDENT
biologist:
Like literally the only reason we didn’t go extinct is because we are aggressively social creatures who community organized and helped each other when faced with disasters that drove other species over the brink.
(Like we’re so aggressively social that we looked at APEX PREDATORS and went ‘they look soft! Friend????’)
(The answer was yes because wolves are also aggressively social and they adopted the strange tall not-wolves just as eagerly.)
humans @ wolves: holy shit these things are so cute i wonder if they’ll let us pet them?
wolves @ humans: holy shit these things are so cute i wonder if they’ll pet us?
Just in case people want source, here you go: humans are compelled to help each other in disaster situation, humans feel an innate urge to help others. We will help strangers too, not just family, and it has been tested.
Also we’ve always taken care of our elderly and disabled. When life was literally “hunt and gather every day to live”, we saw value in taking care of those with disabilities.
emperor belos is literally one of the most characters ever. like. you don't get it. he's a 400 years old puritan. he is the most powerful witch that ever lived. he's a Creature. he thinks of himself as a savior of humanity. he killed 50 children. he possesed the body of God. he bit a person with his bare teeth. once he got hit by a car. his name is philip and he's from connecticut
He died by getting curb stomped by two middle aged gay people and the son of a god.
I told a kid in my class the other day that it was going to be the year of the tiger! This kid is a kindergartner, five years old.
Usually there’s some interest when I bring this up, but this kid sort of sat with that for a couple minutes, expression settling into a thousand yard stare. Just as I was wondering if something was wrong, he looked at me with his haunted eyes and asked, in a tone of resignation: “When are the tigers coming?”
I had to quickly reassure him that the year of the tiger was like…an animal assigned to the year, and not another plague or natural disaster! Between the Covid, lockdowns, and huge flood of cicadas last year this child probably decided that this was in line with how the world worked and was mentally getting his affairs in order.
‘I guess a plague of tigers might as well happen’
I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.
People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.
the stupidest person on earth: crazy how you’re not even trying to debate me. scared? 😏
ways to reclaim your body:
- shave your head or cut your hair
- go for a run, run as hard as you can
- get a new piercing or tattoo
- cook a meal from scratch and eat it with no distractions
- swim in your nearest body of water, or take a cold shower or bath
- stretch, do a yoga routine and feel every muscle
- wear clothes that you like, doesnt matter what it looks like
- avoid mirrors, your body doesnt need to look a certain way to be valuable
- hold someone close, a loved one or a pet or hold yourself tight
- lay down on your bed or on grass, close your eyes and feel yourself sink into the surface deeply
- turn music on loud and dance however feels good
- drink a a big glass of water or as much as you can, feel the discomfort and let it dissipate
- try to meditate, do a body scan in whatever position feels comfortable (or uncomfortable) and pay attention to as fine a detail as possible
- sing or hum or make noise, hear it reflect back at you, feel the way it vibrates your cheeks, your lips, your bones
- drink some hot tea or any other hot beverage, feel its warmth spread down your throat and into your chest
- sit outside, no matter the weather and experience it, the wind, the sun, or the rain on your cheeks and your eyelids
suicide squad 3 scene where someone asks why harley is in jail this time and it’s just a cut to bruce the hyena at a tea party with rpatz bruce wayne duck taped to a chair opposite of him. harley; I figured kidnapping a big wig like bruce wayne would a caught bats attention but I got dropkicked by a butler instead
rick flag (back from the dead bc I say so): didn’t your ex hold up a bank for like twelve hours once and threaten to kill bruce wayne but the bat never showed?
bloodsport: actually, I don’t think batman’s ever saved wayne and the man’s been in at least six hostage situations. tad strange honestly
harley: omg I can’t believe we never noticed before
harley: batman HATES bruce wayne
there are many bad tv shows, some of which i watch for fun, but what is it with the chronic uhhhhh Unconquerable Meltdown that recurs every time i remember the bad tv show "The Magicians?" my theory is it is because the actors are, so clearly, with every sexy little choice they make bless their little hearts, telling a story that is coherent and interesting and makes emotional sense. oh sure, the words that are coming out of their mouths, and the actions occurring around them, don't necessarily line up. but that's okay because you still understand the story! like when you're reading a book with an unreliable narrator or watching an opera in a language you don't speak. however, bad tv show "the magicians" is not a well-written novel with an unreliable narrator that the author actually does understand. It is a syfy show in a language you DO speak, in theory, and it eventually becomes impossible to ignore that the story the actors are telling, which you are apprehending on like a physical and emotional level, is being DIRECTLY OPPOSED by the story being forced upon it by the script and plot outlines, which are being communicated in english, a language u supposedly speak. eventually the dissonance mounts to a point where you're like "ok so wait do i—do i not speak english? am i having a neurological event? should i go to the hospital" and the answer is no, what you should do is stop thinking about "the magicians" for longer than anyone in the writers room did and go take a nap instead of letting this haunt you for literal years. in conclusion: is good acting a hate crime? it CAN be, in my opinion
As a Jewish person who suffers from bipolar disorder, I have no sympathy for Kanye West. Bipolar disorder turned me into an apathetic, irresponsible person, sure, but it never turned me into a fucking Nazi. There is no manic episode that could make me shout racist slurs, or spew such vile things. When I was manic, I turned into a promiscuous alcoholic, not a bigot. Turning into a Nazi isn't in the DSM5, I can assure you.
Kanye West has more followers on Twitter than there are Jews worldwide. He is one of the most famous people on earth. The fact he can go on an antisemitic rampage without consequences is terrifying. If you're not a Jew, your Jewish friends need your allyship more than ever right now.
Kanye West isn't an asshole because he's bipolar. He's a racist, antisemitic asshole who happens to be bipolar.
Bipolar people who didn't turn into raging bigots because of their bipolar disorder:
- Me
- Mariah Carey
- Pete Wentz
- Kurt Cobain
- Amy Winehouse
- Carrie Fisher
- Halsey
- Selena Gomez
- And millions of other bipolar people worldwide who are battling this mental illness without going on bigoted rampages
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yes i like the dance fever songs a normal amount. no i promise i will not be annoying about these lyrics for the indefinite future
God what’s that one poem abt homosexuality. Of all definitions of homosexuality I’ve read not one mentions love. That one
Not a poem but from annie on my mind by nancy garden. I get it. I get it.
my mom called our lazy susan a sleazy susan by accident once and now I can't call it anything else
Can’t let a piece of gold like that stay in the tags.
