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Inbox is open again, however I will block any perceived spam. Please do not message me regarding donations - this will be perceived as spam. I repeat, if you message me regarding donations, I will assume you are a spammer, and block you.
"Can we please stop falling for shitty rage bait foot fetish cooking videos" should not be a sentence that ever needs to be said, but alas.
Falling for the who and the what now
no other warning like this is on any of the other products on the site.
i haaate when ppl are talking abt mammal colouration and they bring up mandrills but not vervet monkeys.... fake fans
put some respect on his name
No IDs, but these tags got me in a huff:
So ok look. The point is not the flared leg by itself. These cannot be yoga pants. These are, and you have to understand this if you are too young to have worn them, BLUE JEANS. And this was the last years before all jeans were 70% spandex.
They were denim, and they weren't bell bottoms. They hung loose from the knee in a way that would make a wizard envious. We all walked around like we were wearing hakama. And they dragged on the ground. That was important. Ragged cuffs. If your jeans weren't so long that they had ratty cuffs, they were embarrassingly short.
And the thing about denim is that it's a twill weave and it's cotton. So not only does it hold a lot of water, it wicks. Walking around in these suckers on a wet day could get you wet to the knees even if you never stepped in a puddle.
Then you'd go inside and take off your shoes and try to avoid letting your freezing, wet, filthy pant legs touch your skin.
Yoga pants. Hmf.
people in cold climates would have a tide line of white marks around their knees (if they were normal height) in the winter.
From wicking up road salt.
The visceral memory of that time is something that never leaves you. Everyone's jeans were many inches higher in the back than the front because you kept stepping on the hem and ripping it off. Your lower legs were so very cold. Every new pair of jeans literally enveloped your entire foot, they were so so long re: leg-to-waist ratio. Walking on a rainy day was a legitimate workout. You have no idea.
A thing no one talks about re: ADHD is that you can't... gain experience, the way other people do.
I don't mean you can't get good at things through repeated practice. You can do that, I have done that, but I don't trust it.
I was driving this morning and thinking about how I have never developed the blasé contempt for it most people seem to despite never having caused an accident in 20 years because my sense of time is such that I might as well have been driving for a week. I'm a good, safe driver, but I do not have a heap of confidence in my driving despite having regularly done it for two decades because my sense of time is such that those two decades may as well not have happened.
I finished editing a novel today. When I publish it, it will be the 64th novel I have published in the last 10 years, not counting ghostwritten work. You'd think after a decade and 63 novels I'd be confident that I was capable of writing, editing, and publishing a novelâeven be confident about the timeline for thisâbut no. No, I feel like I'm doing it for the first time, every time, and I was surprised to have finished the editing at all, let alone on time. Because those other 63 novels were published in a past I have a vague at best concept of. I have a record that says it happened but I do not feel it.
I cannot trust my future behaviour because for me there is functionally no past. I know it occurred, I have records, but I don't feel it the way people without this kind of memory issue do. I feel inexperienced at everything I've ever done and I cannot accurately estimate my skill level at anything, particularly not on the fly.
I don't have a solution to this I just find it an incredibly frustrating phenomenon.
Not strictly related but since several people have doubted my 63 novels number (this chart starts in 2011 but I did not actually start publishing until 2016 as you can see on the chart, before that I had 1 short story up which is now deleted from the system entirely):
As to how: well the clue is in the first line of the post. I have ADHD. The writing is the hyperactivity.
At the risk of sounding anti-intellectual, I think that college should be free and also not a requirement for employment outside of highly specialized career fields
At the risk of sounding like an effete intellectual, I do actually think you should be allowed to just take college courses indefinitely
technically you can, if you don't care about degrees.
Free Harvard courses. Free Courses from Stanford. Free Courses from MIT. Free courses from Yale. Free courses from Princeton.
Free courses on Coursera.
Free Courses on EDx Free Courses on Alison
For paid, there's The Great Courses+/Wonderium. 20$ a month for unlimited courses.
When searching, the phrases you're looking for are Massive Open Online Courses (MOOCs), or you can do a general search of say, "free online college courses." Oh, and so you don't get surprised like I did, have an avoid: Hillsdale College is a conservative Christian site and not a valid MOOC place. Sign up with them and you will get things like THIS IS WHY THE LEFT IS TURNING YOUR KIDS TRANS AND GAY in your inbox.
@yourunderwaterskies I wanted to say thank you so much for adding these links, seriously, they've been life-changingly helpful to me-
And I also wanted to mention that humanitarian organisations have free courses too, like the Red Cross on international humanitarian law.
Learn more about the Red Cross International Humanitarian Law (IHL) Program to train policy professionals, government officials, academics,
Kaya is a free humanitarian learning platform which offers hundreds of training opportunities across a range of key topics, including the hu
How do you feel about driving?
I can drive, I am good at driving, I enjoy driving.
I can drive, I am good at driving, I do not enjoy driving.
I can drive, I am bad at driving, I enjoy driving.
I can drive, I am bad at driving, I do not enjoy driving.
I haven't learned to drive, I think I would enjoy driving.
I haven't learned to drive, I do not think I would enjoy driving.
I can't drive anymore, I was good at it, I enjoyed driving.
I can't drive anymore, I was good at it, I didn't enjoy it.
I can't drive anymore, I was bad at it, I enjoyed it.
I can't drive anymore, I was bad at it, I didn't enjoy it.
"transfems can have sex life and maybe even talk about it and maybe even a lot to someone or somewhere" and "transfems existing isn't inherently sexual" is something that must coexist by DEFAULT if you see transfems as human as you see everyone else
tgis is so fucking funny to me. they accidentally Rock Lee'd a retired racehorse
imagine youre a fat horse and your new neighbour is a personal trainer
horse that reads Marcus Aurelius
I was wrong. they didnt rock lee him. this horse is literally Gai. and i wish he was my dad
I'm just going to say it - body hair (and beauty standards in general) is truly one of the final frontiers of women's issues in the West. Too many women just love their gilded cage too much. It shocks me how virulently women will defend it. I barely open my mouth and the "well I like how it feels. it just makes me feel cleaner. sensory issues. I do it for me. feminism is about choosing (to conform)." brigade come rushing in by the dozens.
Well I don't like how it feels. I don't feel cleaner without body hair. I don't prefer not having body hair. But who will advocate for women like me, but me? For women who do like hair removal, they are advocated for every time they step out of the house and see 99% of the female population also conforming to that standard, or when they watch a movie and see all the shaved actresses, or view an advertisment, or open a magazine, or watch a music video, or scroll through social media, or walk down the streets without receiving insults and glares for having a completely normal bodily feature.
You genuinely can't even point out that hairlessness is a man-made standard without women losing their shit and acting like they are totally immune to propaganda they've been exposed to from birth. I'm so tired.
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Happy Pride Month!
Holy shit!!!!!!! HUNGARY DID IT!!!!
-via the Los Angeles Blade, June 1, 2026
do straight people know that they can get divorced..?
conservatives are so afraid of being queer that theyâd rather suffer through being married and hating their partner, like the amount of âI hate my wife/husbandâ jokes they make among their friends and in public and everyone just laughs it off? YOUâRE A VICTIM!
âheâs the most insufferable person on the planetâ âHe thinks the same about meâ FREE YOURSELVES
so. a couple years ago i ended my 15 year relationship right. it wasn't that we hated each other or anything, we just kinda grew into different people needing different things from a relationship. it was at the point where either we could have kept going exactly the same (since we'd already tried to resolve our issues multiple times with no success) which would have definitely resulted in us hating each other... or we could end it before that point, continue to love each other in a way that doesn't also cause each other harm, and stay friends.
it was an amicable split. yeah, it still hurt, but it was just a small temporary hurt. and it took a bit to adjust to life like that while still living together, but we did! we rearranged our portion of the house so that the office could become my own bedroom and slowly worked through divvying up most of our things and deciding on we'll share expenses on and all that good stuff.
and honestly? nothing much really changed, except that neither of us were so pissy about things anymore. even walking around naked didn't change, cause why should it? like, we spent all those years having already seen each other naked countless times. the fact our relationship status changed didn't make that any more or less true. and it's just nakedness anyway, so who gives a shit. about the only thing that did change was physical affection being lessened.
to both of us, this way of splitting up seemed perfectly fine and normal. and yet, quite literally every single person we've talked to about it has reacted the same way. bewildered, confused, uncomfortable, borderline disgusted. even my brother who is like one of the chillest dudes out there made a comment like "I don't think i've ever even spoken to a single one of my exes." and i'm just??? i stayed friends with all but one of mine until life inevitably carried us apart. every comment made started off so negative by friends and coworkers and family and it was honestly just... fucking weird to us the way everyone was behaving. and then we got to talking about it a bit and realized like, no one we know has ever ended a relationship on good terms, or even at bare minimum neutral terms.
and isn't that fucking tragic? that this is the acceptable norm in our society, to just fucking suffer each other until you're full of bitterness, rage, and resentment and it all comes to a destructive end? isn't it so legitimately sad that the status quo doesn't value love enough to try and salvage it?
like, i very much believe this chick and her man do actually love each other, but it hasn't even occurred to them that they can simply love each other in a different way, from a distance, in a way that means they can still keep being friends and look back at what they had fondly.
and this isn't just conservatives. this isn't just the cishets. our circle of friends are quite the opposite. but the idea that a romantic relationship MUST end like the most gruesome trainwreck imaginable is so fundamentally ingrained that even they gave us the same weirded out and shocked reaction. its so disgustingly default to nurture hatred and smother the thing that made people fall in love to begin with that it's almost instinctual it seems like. of all of our friends combined, rowan was the only one who was just like, fucking normal about it. one person. that's tremendously fucked up, yall.
like, fucking hell i know things have come a long way in the last 50 years or so as far as, yknow, marriage counseling and therapy and whatnot goes but there's still a massive ocean of things left unsaid and emotions being repressed and needs not being addressed when it comes to relationships. and idk just maybe if folks weren't harboring so much animosity and vitriol and hostility, especially during the most formative years of their lives, they'd be more well-adjusted. maybe if our default was to respect and cherish the love and fondness that brought people together enough to keep it in tact at the end, we might just be a kinder people. (the nerd in me is suddenly reminded of the bajoran rite of separation from star trek ds9 and how actually lovely a thing it is to celebrate the ending of a relationship as a joyous thing. star trek stays winning.)
i don't know what my overall message here is since the vast majority of us on tumblr are not the status quo and to most people amicably splitting up before shit hits the fan seems like the most reasonable and healthy thing to do. i guess like, realize this is as much of a systemic problem as so many other things. it's definitely not even unique to western society, either, but i think perhaps this particular flavor of it might be. maybe try to break out of the cycle if you find yourself in it, or help someone else realize they can break it too. idk man.
In 2007, legendary Hall of Fame baseball player and broadcaster, Bob Uecker, stayed in a Pittsburgh hotel that was home to Anthrocon, the largest furry convention in the world. While broadcasting, the octogenarian sports legend said that "they call themselves furriers, I believe," and "the furrier society were checking themselves in just as the team arrived. A little strange, but....that's their thing."
As Anthrocon is historically held minutes from PNC Park where the Pittsburgh Pirates play, many baseball players have an association with furry. For example, former Major League MVP for the Pittsburgh Pirates, Andrew "Cutch" McCutchen (average: .419) always tweeted about furries when Anthrocon was in town for Pittsburgh home games. On a podcast hosted by the former quarterback of the Pittsburgh Steelers, Cutch was asked point blank if he was a furry, and he said he "had no fursona." McCutchen's fascination with furries is so well known that there is a t-shirt design with Cutch in Pittsburgh with the word "FURRIES" on it.
The strangest part of all is this: McCutchen has notably improved performance during home games held at the same time as Anthrocon, and it was observed that if he continued his performance at the same level he does when Anthrocon is in town, Cutch would be the greatest baseball player in history.
