@jackymedan / jackymedan.tumblr.com
The best part about not having a gender is that every sort of attraction I feel is gay
You have a gender, it’s in your pants
Everyone! My gender is 67 cents, a pen cap, and some lint
wheeee! mine’s a zippo and a bus card!
Oh fuck I’m a fidget spinner.
Aww just lint :(
I have no pants.
it makes me uncomfortable how frequently attempts to raise awareness about adhd and autism in girls emphasize these kids as quiet, well-behaved, and not noticeably different from their peers. neurodiverse girls who successfully mask and suffer invisibly deserve empathy, of course, but so do the girls who grow up labeled aggressive, inappropriate, or “weird.” a lot of nd girls have meltdowns and social difficulties which are labeled as anger issues and behavioral problems. nd girls are often perceived as “bad kids,” especially if factors like poverty or race are already priming both adults and their peers to see them that way. i don’t think it’s honest or socially responsible to present silently blending in as the only or even primary way developmental differences manifest in girls.
Boys and girls and nonbinary kids can be neurodivergent and show that neurodivergency in a whole variety of ways. Assuming that “neurodivergent boys have noticeable behavioral issues” overlooks the ND boys who are quiet and unnoticed. Assuming that “neurodivergent girls are quiet and unnoticed” overlooks the ND girls who have noticeable behavioral issues. And that doesn’t even take ND nonbinary kids into consideration.
Tldr: we need to stop putting ppl into boxes based on gender stereotypes and neurodivergency stereotypes, and all stereotypes actually.
bruce springsteen is very important representation for people who made it into their 20s without being able to drive
to quote the man: "i made it all up. that's how good i am"
I fucking hate languages.
The Greeks had this word, right, we have no idea where it came from, it just kinda popped up out of nowhere, and it could mean either apples, cheeks, or boobs. Problem is it looked and sounded *exactly* like another, unrelated word which could mean sheep, goat, or any animal in general really, which must have got confusing if you were a farmer talking about your livestock, but anyway…
Then the Romans, having stolen practically everything else from the Greeks, thought they’d nick this word too, because Latin isn’t confusing enough without throwing in a bunch of loan words. And they adopted it to mean a pumpkin.
Then the English came along and were all like “when in Rome”, and stole it, where it became our word ‘melon’. Which has now come back to mean boobs.
How do you like them apples.
I fucking love languages.
In case anyone doubts the veracity of this:
[ source ]
Calling boobs ‘melons’ literally transcends culture, time, and language.
official boob post
Reblog and put in the tags your favorite eeveelution
Young people and old people's complacency and acceptance of autoplay terrifies me if I'm finished a video and another begins playing THAT I DIDN'T CHOOSE I'm already loading my gun
I hate that I have to report this scantily clad postman, even if he is appreciable
YOU CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS TO ME
ID twitte by weed_rat :"hey babe come look at the cat. he looks the same as he always does and hes just sitting there. babe come look. hey come look at the cat" ID end
To note:
FR: concentrer /EN: focus
FR: écureuil /EN: squirrel
FR: pingouin /EN: penguin
FR: câlin /EN: hug
the “PINE-GUINE” fucking killed me asfgashasfg
Google Translate: focus
This man, with extreme amounts of self-confidence: fUCK US
....
"hug"
can't remember who posted this but cause i've been reorganizing files and found this
thinking about that kakapo egg that got crushed but the conservation team patched it up and it survived
life will persist against all odds
For those who don’t follow kakapo conservation, they are critically endangered parrots who only breed on years where the rimu tree they rely on meet a certain threshold of fruit production. One breeding season in 4 years can be typical, and about half of all eggs laid by kakapo are infertile (they still aren’t completely certain why, it could be a recent population bottleneck) so each fertile egg is worth its weight in gold.
This was one of only 5 fertile eggs laid on the Whenua Hou island population in the 2014 breeding season and it got crushed by its mother on accident. It was mended with glue and tape and incubated by the rangers until hatching.
At 150 days old kakapo chicks are officially added to the population total and given a unique name, until then they are given their mother’s name and a number for birth order laid in the clutch. This chick was known as Lisa-one before officially being given the name Ruapuke by local indigenous Ngai Tahu people.Here he is grown up:
Remember calming cat? Remember when tumblr was this color? If you don’t that’s fine. I just feel old and alone.
You’re never alone. There is always calming cat.
[ID: a tweet by @/graphickat that says “When people say “they never use their disability as an excuse” it makes me furious.
Stating my reality is not an excuse. My body has physical limitations that are not negotiable.
When I tell you I can’t do something, it’s not an excuse. It’s not a matter of positivity. It’s truth.
end ID]
