This won’t make your blog look ugly. How could you not reblog this? REBLOGGING THIS COULD SAVE A LIFE!!!

This goes for assholes, too, guys. I know a couple who went tubing once, and they had to re-air their tubes, but the guy thought it would be funny to stick the tip of the air compressor up to her bikini trunks, the air ruptured something inside her and she died within thirty minutes.

WHAT?

The thing about this? It’s in every pregnancy book I’ve read.

WHAT?????

Why is it in pregnancy books but not sex ed books?

Because the men in charge only care about the health and safety of women in so far as it enables them to have babies.

https://www.healthline.com/health/air-embolism#outlook

Reblogging with a link because I thought this was a legit joke. Never heard it before. Like I knew you could kill a person by inserting air into a vein but still.

WHAT THE FUCL I hate how I didn’t learn this in sex Ed AT ALL

This is very true lol

Yo what the f u c k

not the normal stuff i’d reblog but, uh, this is kinda??? heckin???? important?????

I feel like I first saw this in The Joy of Sex, but it’s definitely a thing.

What the fuck

i-

….thank you tumblr??

hm. 

I legit thought this was a shitpost until I saw the rest of the comments

I first saw this in The Joy of Sex, too.

"common era" lmao and what event establishes the beginning of that common era?

and the last little guy <3

boys club

Walter Anderson - Two Cats, circa 1940. 

Kinda surprised how many different animals can be black and tan

May he plow the Lord’s fields in heaven

Dave Brandt was probably the longest running no-till farmer in the state; he'd been running his land no-till since 1971. He experimented with fertilizers, cover crops, and different irrigation techniques and he'd been doing all of that for a very long time.

The guy was an institution all on his own; look at this.

all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.

mutuals i am taking you to the beach and bury you in the sand and then leaveing

weee heehee heee im buried!!!!!! :D

the water

*puts my cigarettes out on you*

*wuickly smokes it all before you can reach me*

oh a wise guy huh? *rolls up my sleeves* why I oughta…

*wuickly rolls your sleeves back down before you can hit me*

we justifiably give Biden a lot of shit but I think "at least 3" is the funniest possible response to some right wing dipshit asking you how many genders there are

standing in a field of wildflowers in the alps with my mum while my dad tried to get a picture, intensely aware of the fact that we were surrounded by just thousands of bees.

Broke my arm. I remember actually breaking it, the whole night until my parents realized I needed to go to the doctor (it was not a visible break, not their fault), and the hospital visit. I was like two, two and a half?

I went from learning to crawl to independent walking in a month, which pins it down pretty exactly to June of my first year.

I hated, hated, hated crawling which I found extremely slow and frustrating. I hated being carried and only let a tiny number of people pick me up without screaming and trying to wriggle free. I wanted to walk so bad, but I couldn't quite do it for more than a few steps on my own, so I either needed someone to hold my hand or furniture I could use to cruise.

Unfortunately, on this occasion we were outside on the lawn of the house of some of my parents' friends, and Mom let go of my hand to go do something. I remember my fury at being reduced to the despised crawling and I continued across the lawn on all fours. I found a red horse shoe shaped thing in the grass, which years later I realized had been a red plastic "U" from a really standard at the time alphabet set that came with a triangular thing with magnetic board on one side, chalkboard on the other, and... maybe a peg board on the third? IDK.

Anyway, I distinctly remember thinking, "It's red. It must be good to eat," and put it in my mouth to teeth on, only to discover it was hard and not good to eat at all.

I remember waking up and my dad was up to mischief so he lifted me high enough for my forehead to reach the ceiling. Which caused most immense shock of my life so far because I realised ceiling is something you can reach and touch & not some unclear stuff up there. I was less than 1.5 y.o. I wasn't scared, I remember trusting my dad in that moment too. It's a nice memory ^^

My first memory is a memory of a memory where I am surrounded in a muted reddish orangeish light, with muted sounds. I remember thinking as a ??? age kid “this is important” and just thinking about it again and again, just that one specific point.

lucky lucky

tip jar

[ID: a page of drawings of Zelda Donovan. Colored sketches show her sitting on a beanbag, her hands tucked in her hoodie, and a close up of her face; she has tan skin and dark hair over one eye, goatlike floppy ears that blend into her hair, a blue beanie that her horns are poking out of, and wired earbuds. In the background are more uncolored sketches of Zelda looking hesitant, music notes, scimitars, Gorgug's face, a rose, ice cream, grapes, and mushrooms. End ID]

Watch every Zelink fanartist ignore Link being shorter than Zelda for the second game in a row

Me when I'm in denial

There's something wrong with you people I think

i saw a girl on tiktok who put her salt lamp in the dishwasher and didn’t realize it would dissolve, and it’s been on my mind for like 3 days

thank god i screen shot it

Sorry I applied a modern lens of analysis to your boyfriend. Yeah I've completely stripped him of historical and semantic context so that I could fit his story and tropes into my own moralistic view of the world. Yeah he's practically flavourless now. In fact this was the original boyfriend and you're a problematic historian for thinking otherwise.

Genius tags from @romanceyourdemons

why would you ever idolize cops when firefighters exist

yeah seriously have you ever heard of “corrupt firefighter” 

what would a ‘corrupt firefighter’ even be. he put out that fire with a little TOO much water. he was a little rough with the cat he rescued from a tree for a little old lady

how on earth do you possibly fuck up that bad

Every time i see this post going around, i have to bring it up again: there are absolutely corrupt firefighters. There are tons of firefighters who are racist and act neglectfully in protecting the lives and property of people of color in their community. There are homophobic firefighters who won’t lift a finger to help LGBT victims of fire. And as my mother directly experienced as a victim, there are firefighters who are only concerned with where their money comes from, and will let the homes of poor people burn down and then go through the remains busting up things that survived the blaze.

It’s not anywhere near as bad on an institutional level as policing, but there are corrupt professional firefighters, and corrupt volunteer firefighters. 

And they’re probably in your community.

additionally, so many firefighters commit arson that there is a Wikipedia article about it. according to that article, about 100 firefighters per year are convicted of arson in the US alone. that’s convictions, not how many times it happens.

there’s a really good documentary about an activist who has been working for years to get Narcan kits into the hands of EMS workers including firefighters, i think it’s just called Heroine and it came out a few years ago. anyway theres a very good scene where she goes to the local firehouse to talk to the firefighters there about how to use Narcan to save the lives of people who are overdosing on opioids. Narcan is extremely cheap, non-invasive, and involves less bother and effort by the person who adminstrates it that chest compressions or any other rescue action. Several of the firefighters look her right in the eye and deadpan inquire if they “have to” use Narcan on overdosing patients, legally, or if they can just let the overdose proceed (to inevitable cardiac arrest and death). so that was when i gave up on firefighters.

this is a link to the documentary, its only 40 minutes so you should watch it all. the scene i mention is at 14:30