in general i think hoping for the untimely deaths of most billionaires is pointless because most of them are functionally indistinguishable from the person who would replace them. getting rid of individual billionaires does not solve the problem of billionaires. but elon musk dying badly sure would solve the problem of elon musk
Julia Iredale.
I understand that museums have to be dark because light can destroy fragile artifacts. That said, I’m always afraid to walk around the blind corners because what if there is a skeleton
Okay yes sometimes there’s a skeleton, I understand how museums work. But I mean what if it gets me
We'd probably have to kick it out for violating the museum code of conduct
freaky little scavenger
This might suck to hear, but if you're a people pleaser that is motivated by praise and avoids disagreements, you are easy to manipulate.
When I was in therapy after surviving years of domestic violence, my therapist had to tell me that my personality was primed for abuse and we needed to work on that so I would be better equipped to see the red flags and respond appropriately in the future.
I'm still working on this, and it's been 8 years. If you tell someone how you want to be treated, what behaviors you don't tolerate in your life, what you're looking for in that relationship, and they react negatively, don't compromise yourself. Just move on.
This one's for all the praise-kink girlies: differentiate, self-actualize, stay sexy
For everyone who's like this to some degree but not likely to end up in a capital B Bad relationship:
It's still seriously worth making the effort because you (we) are still easy to accidentally push about / make uncomfortable by well meaning people who aren't magical mind reading wizards.
The best thing about saying what you like/want with jerks is you often find out on day 1 that they're a jerk and bail before you're attached.
The best thing about saying what you like/want with nice chill people is they'll either say 'No' which means you can trust them or 'Yes' which means you both get to have a more happy comfortable time together.
Your anxiety may try to make you avoid the effort needed to be sensible and trusting but it is so worth it and over time people feel safer and safer and interacting with other humans is less exhausting and more energising.
You don't have to earn your right to be straight forward.
Being poor in a trendy area is like I walk into a coffee shop and they’re also selling alcohol and a can of cheap beer and a black coffee both cost seven dollars and there’s seven dogs in here and maybe only one of them is the sort of dog that can be trusted in a coffee shop and you buy a small sandwich and eat it on a chair made of metal pipes and you’ve blown your whole food budget for the day so you’re probably gonna eat plain ramen for dinner and the guy sitting next to you is blackout drunk and full of caffeine with some incomprehensible excel sheet open on his laptop that might be for work or might be some sort of electronic incantation attempting to summon some sort of craft beer IPA based demon
And the sandwich isn’t even good
Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.
“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.
And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.
Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.
“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.
Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.
“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”
Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.
By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.
“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.
The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.
“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.
The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.
But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.
The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.
When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.
Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.
Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.
“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.
But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.
The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.
The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.
I, reading this for the first time, have the look on my face right now.
Julia Iredale.
I understand that museums have to be dark because light can destroy fragile artifacts. That said, I’m always afraid to walk around the blind corners because what if there is a skeleton
Okay yes sometimes there’s a skeleton, I understand how museums work. But I mean what if it gets me
We'd probably have to kick it out for violating the museum code of conduct
monday
sometimes he climbs higher
an update on the wall-licking!
I asked my Toronto vet about it, and she said that Belphie was just a silly little guy, so I was getting so annoyed by everyone insisting this was something pathologic. but now that he has his FIP diagnosis:
it's literally one of the symptoms. licking or consuming strange objects, due to severe anemia. and after a week on medication...... I haven't seen him lick any walls.
my sincere apologies for being dismissive of people. if you do see this behaviour in your cat, it might be time to run to the vet for a blood test.
The wall sucker sucks no more
Treatment found for plecostomus habit.
I am gonna be real with you. It kind of looks like I sprained my fingers playing pussy
Played pussy too hard 😔 (totally didn't cut skin off my finger)
You cut your finger playing with pussy? Did that pussy have teeth?
Yeah in the middle of a haircut I was suddenly teleported into the movie Teeth
I didn't even see the first post, just the reblog and honestly thought you had cut yourself while fingering someone.
What I do in my spare time is only my and [REDACTED]'s problem
my dad, trying to explain the concept of money to me: say you have a sandwich, and i need your sandwich. but i don't have anything to give you. you're not just gonna give it to me.
me: i would just give it to you.
my dad:
in elementary school we had. basically an immersive economics lesson that was "playing City," with different jobs and businesses; it was mostly semi-free time for socializing and selling/buying toys and snacks from each other. one of the lessons we were supposed to learn was the importance of paying a small amount of money into health and/or business insurance, because you had a chance of being hit with the Daily Disaster and a huge bill.
anyway, some kid who didn't buy insurance got hit with a "medical bill" early on, so he was supposed to be bankrupt and have to sit the rest of the game out. the 8 year olds were not having it and spontaneously invented crowdfunding so he could keep playing with everyone else.
kids who don't 'get it' are right, actually
endlessly, morbidly fascinated by how when you're a kid you're constantly having parents, school, religion, media, all drumming it into your head that Sharing Is Good And You Need To Do It, and then you grow up and suddenly they're all like right never mind all that, this is The Real World and it's every bastard for himself
freaky little scavenger
noncon friendship
Coworkers