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Victor/Vienna

@lurking-in-asphodel-fields / lurking-in-asphodel-fields.tumblr.com

She/him | Warriors | MCYT | Amatuer Artist, Poet, & Writer | Demi/Pan/Ace/Polyam | Trans Guy/Bigender | Minor, don't be weird | pfp is a picrew

About time I did an introduction post D:

Hey, the name’s Victor(or any other name that starts with V)(if you want the whole list dm me), my pronouns change sometimes but any except they/them are fine. Welcome to my blog >B)

Username Change:

mynameiscrosswinds -> lurking-in-asphodel-fields

Asks are always open cause I don’t get any, anon should be on

Mainly reblogs, random shitposts inbetween

Exclusionists DNI

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#X Shitposts -> Self-explanitory, I hope

#stuck in asphodel fields -> sometimes I write really poetic things for no reason and its not exactly a shitpost so (also inspiration for my new username)

aurevoir-mes-amis-deactivated20

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

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recycled-soul

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.

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WHAT?

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endangeredslug

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

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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.

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.

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biggest-gaudiest-fish

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

This is very true lol

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Yo what the f u c k

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festivefeathers

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

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asthmaticpansexual

i-

….thank you tumblr??

hm. 

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krystal-prism

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

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

May he plow the Lord’s fields in heaven

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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.

  • The “A” profile in his soil is now 47 inches deep compared to less than 6 inches in 1971 and acts like a giant sponge for water infiltration and retention.
  • From 1971 through 1989 David used an average of 150-250 pounds of nitrogen fertilizer per acre to grow his corn crops. After adding peas and radishes as a cover crop mix, he cut his nitrogen needs in half and was able to get it down to 125 pounds per acre.
  • When he added multiple species and became more aggressive with his cover crop mixes, he was able to achieve an additional drop in applied fertility. His starter fertilizer is now just 2 lbs of N, 4 lbs of P, and 5 lbs of K. His corn crop now only requires 20-30 lbs of N throughout the entire growing season. He requires no fertility for his soybeans, relying on fertility gained solely through his cover crops. He uses only 40 lbs of 10 N – 10 P – 10 K for his small grains.
  • Ten years ago (source study published 2019) David stopped using any fungicides and insecticides. This occurred at a time when fungicide and insecticide use has increased significantly with the average commodity farmer.
  • Four years ago he stopped using any seed treatment, including neonicotinoids.
  • His cash crop yields have been increasing by an average of 5% annually for the past 5-6 years, with far less fertilizer and no fungicides, insecticides or seed treatment.
  • What started as a basic heavy clay soils when David purchased the farm in 1971 have been officially re-classified by Ohio State University soil scientists as a highly fertile silty loam soil.

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.

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.

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lucky lucky

[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]

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.

princeowl-deactivated20150410

why would you ever idolize cops when firefighters exist

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teabrittle

yeah seriously have you ever heard of “corrupt firefighter” 

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princeowl

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

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i-cant-believe-its-no-homo

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.

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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.