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[elierlick]

Yet another new study debunked the basis for the anti-trans sports bans. It was never about sports but for creating legal avenues for exclusion and abjection. This is one of the largest analyses ever conducted, involving 52 studies and 6,485 trans people. Read the study here.

[lucieslucidity]

post so nice had to reblog it twice and force it down everyone's throats

[fleshengine]

At minimum about 4.5 thousand people liked this without reblogging it.

We gotta fix that.

[passumbapper]

it's almost summer do you guys want my stupid hyperoptimized lemonade recipe that takes half a day to make and whips absolute ass

[passumbapper]

Fruited Lemonade That Makes You Reconsider It All

ingredience:

lemons/limes (this needs to make up the bulk of the fruit being used, like at least 80%)

whatever other fruits or fruit scraps you want, plus any herbs/other flavorings you want to try. by fruit scraps I mean things like cherry pits, apple peels, pineapple cores, strawberry ends, things like that.

granulated white sugar, the coarser the better, 50% by weight of total citrus rinds + 100% by weight of any additional fruit. you'll measure this after you prep the fruit.

water as needed

equipment:

a few nonmetallic mixing bowls

a mesh strainer

a chinoise, ricer or some cheesecloth

a kitchen scale

a citrus juicer or reamer (manual or electric)

a potato masher

juice the citrus through a strainer - saving all rinds -  and refrigerate the juice for the time being. dice the rinds and other fruits if any, keeping the rinds separate. make note of weights, and measure your sugar.

 Place sugar in a large nonmetallic bowl. If using non-citrus fruits and/or any other flavorings, mix them in with the sugar and mash with potato masher. add diced citrus rinds, mix thoroughly, and mash again. cover and let stand at room temperature for at least 4 hours. this allows the sugar to draw out flavors that would otherwise get discarded with the rinds, and the rinds' acids should be enough to dissolve the sugar into a syrup.

Afterward, mash one last time, then collect the syrup by pressing the macerated mixture through a strainer/chinoise or ricer, or squeeze it through cheesecloth. if you want, this can be saved as a standalone syrup at this point, for use in cocktails or desserts. if not, slowly pour the reserved juice through the solids to to help get the remaining syrup out, and squeeze/press again. do the same thing one more time with warm water (roughly the same amount of water as juice). discard solids (or try making sangria with them!).

taste the mixture and add more water if necessary. a stronger mix is totally fine if you anticipate serving over ice on a hot day, or adding booze, or if there was a lot of non-sour fruit. keep in mind that it will taste a bit less sweet once it's chilled. pour into a pitcher and refrigerate.

citrus oils will float to the top, so stir/shake before serving. love you. enjoy.

some tried and true flavor combos:

straight lemon or lime, or any combination of the two, is of course an untouchable classic

lemon & strawberries (that's pussy babe!)

lemon & orange with a hint of vanilla (creamsiclemonade...?)

lemon & apples or apple peels with cinnamon/ginger/allspice (for late summer)

some cocktail type combos, booze optional:

lemon or lime & berries with basil + gin

lime & mint + white rum

lime & ginger + dark rum

lime & cucumber + gin

lime & orange (berries optional) + tequila

lemon, orange & cherry + brandy, bourbon, or rye whiskey

[madgastronomer]

holy gods

[lord0f]

This came to me in a fuckin dream….

[littlebirdofprey]

this is so funny.

[littlebirdofprey]

the nonbinary icon i did not know i needed

[rainbow-dash-the-ultimate]

ALL HAIL THE NB SPORK

[housecatincarnate]

[musicalmelody22]

Fun Story: My director kept telling me and my tenor sax buddy to play softer. No matter what we did, it wasn’t soft enough for him. So getting frustrated, I told my buddy “Dont play this time. Just fake it” 

Our Band Director then informed us we sounded perfect. 

[fororchestra]

To my readers: “p” means quiet, “pp” means really quiet. I’ve never seen “pppp” before haha.

On the contrast, “f” means loud, and “ffff” probably means so loud you go unconscious.

[corruptbucky]

I had ffff in a piece once and my conductor told me to play as loudly as physically possible without falling off my chair…

[justtkeepcalmm-deactivated20250]

Me and my trombone buddies had “ffff” and he sat next to me and played so hard that he fell out of his chair.

The lengths we go for music.

[lady-gorthaur]

Okay yeah so I play the bass clarinet and the amount of air you have to move and the stiffness of the reed means it only has two settings and that is loud and louder, with an optional LOUDEST that includes a 50% probability of HORRIBLE CROAKING NOISE which is the bass equivalent of the ubiquitous clarinet shriek.

[elsajeni]

One day, when I was in concert band in high school, we got a new piece handed out for the first time, and there was a strange little commotion back in the tuba section — whispering, and pointing at something in the music, and swatting at each other’s hands all shhh don’t call attention to it. And although they did attract the attention of basically everyone else in the band, they managed to avoid being noticed by the band director, who gave us a few minutes to look over our parts and then said, “All right, let’s run through it up to section A.”

And here we are, cheerfully playing along, sounding reasonably competent — but everyone, when they have the attention to spare, is keeping an eye on the tuba players. They don’t come in for the first eight measures or so, and then when they do come in, what we see is:

[stifled giggling]

[reeeeeeally deep breath]

[COLOSSAL FOGHORN NOISE]

The entire band stops dead, in the cacophonous kind of way that a band stops when it hasn’t actually been cued to stop. The band director doesn’t even say anything, just looks straight back at the tubas and makes a helpless sort of why gesture.

In unison, the tuba players defend themselves: “THERE WERE FOUR F’S.”

FFFF is not really a rational dynamic marking for any instrument, but for the love of all that is holy why would you put it in a tuba part.

[minguskingus]

This is the best band post 

Everyone else go home

[oxboold-deactivated20180729]

Oh man, so I play trombone, and we got this piece called Florentiner Marsch by Julius Fucik, and we saw this

which is 8 fortes. We were shocked until,

that is 24 fortes who the fuck does that

[prokopetz]

Who does that?

This guy. Take a good look - that is the moustache of a man with nothing to lose.

[lepetitfruit]

@hellsite-hall-of-fame this is one for the history books…

[catsplay500k]

[iamthecutestofborg]

AUDIO ON IM NOT KIDDING

[galaxywarp]

mlem Mlem mlem mlem mlem

[cat-heritage-posts]

CAT HERITAGE POST

[naamahdarling]

Posts that make you thirsty. Go drink some waters!

[averagefairy]

wishing everyone a very good luck getting through january-march without killing yourself

[averagefairy]

once again wishing everyone a very pleasant please don’t kill yourself

[myconetted]

affirmations

i am a complex organism brutally engineered by uncaring forces of nature

i am a product of billions of years and trillions of deaths

i am building a machine greater than myself

i am able to make phone calls and appointments

[slimgrimace]

Remember earlier this year when Boeing very clearly had a whistleblower executed? And law enforcement didn't even look for anyone or release any info about it or anything?

People keep comparing Luigi Mangione's case to the subway murderer who got off because of systemic eugenics, but I think there's something more apt about the fact that a CEO had someone executed in recent memory, with zero attempts to find a culprit, while they spared no expense at all to find (and probably frame, it's beginning to look like) someone who shot a CEO. It's always fine to slaughter if you're rich, but if you kill the rich, they will hunt you down.

[its-elvie-innit]

open ai whistleblower died of suicide under non suspicious circumstances last week just like the Boeing one btw.btw btw. btw. Last Week. and no one has been charged

[perths]

real

[loth-catgirl]

this gets funnier the older you reblog it

[oleander-teacup]

and with your help it can rack up 700k notes on tumblr in 2024

no tumblr this doesnt need tags im releasing it into the wild as god intended

[sayruq]

[transformers-earthspark]

IMPORTANT: TUMBLR HAS MADE A DEAL WITH MIDJOURNEY/OPENAI.

YOUR ART AND IMAGES ON TUMBLR ARE BEING USED TO TRAIN AI MODELS.

The opt-in is automatic, but you can turn it off in settings.

Go to "Blog Settings" -> "Visibility" -> "Third-Party Sharing" and turn on "Prevent third-party sharing for [blog]". (This post shows how to do it on browser and on mobile.) You need to do this with every sideblog. (Note: The option in settings might not appear if your app hasn't updated yet. You can still opt out via browser.)

Spread the word. Everyone on Tumblr needs to know about this.

[werecreature-addicted]

Imagine a vampire sucked your blood and they didn't even pop a boner. not even half hard. fully flaccid the entire time they sucked your blood. I'd be so humiliated.

[royalhandmaidens]

here’s to a liberated palestine and an end to the occupation in 2024، إن شاء الله

[holographic-chogi]

Protector pt.14/?

Author: holographic-chogi

Pairing: fem!reader x skz

Warnings: minor sexual content, swearing (courtesy of Changbin), mentions of abuse. Please let me know if I’ve missed anything!

A/N: Hehe I’m back folks. I haven’t had a ton of time to write lately it’s been a little difficult getting chapters out. That being said, I always appreciate the support. We’re getting VERY close to the end, so you guys better strap in for the rest of this ride!

Summary: a virus has wiped out most of humanity, and society has collapsed. People survive in groups where they live in constant fear and a struggle to survive. Women were the primary victim of the virus, leaving few behind. You are one of the few, kept in secret since the beginning. However, you’ve just been caught.

Masterlist

As soon as you heard Minho’s call from outside, you burst from Changbin’s arms, practically racing out the front door and onto the front lawn. You distantly heard the screen door swing open behind you, but you paid it no mind as you made your way to the front gate. Seungmin had already began questioning whoever it was on the other side.

Your heart thudded, and you paced behind the wooden wall, wishing that there was some way to look through. Was it Jiho? It had to be, right?

Suddenly, you heard his name spoken from Seungmin’s lips.

“Are you Jiho?”

You didn’t hear the stranger’s response, but you saw Seungmin and Minho nod to one another, before instructing Felix to open the gate from below.

You kneaded your hands together, chest burning with a thousand emotions at once. Was it him? Would he be happy to see you?

But your thoughts stilled as soon as the gate lifted.

It was him.

He stood there, with the early morning sun behind him, lighting him up like an angel. His hair had grown in a little bit, delicately framing his fox-like eyes. The eyes you had been dreaming of night and night again.

“J-Jiho?”

When his eyes landed on you, his smile showed brilliantly. “Y/N.”

You couldn’t stop yourself, you dashed forward, practically launching yourself into his arms. When he pulled you into him tightly, all of your emotions erupted. Sobs shook your body as you mumbled his name.

“Y/N, it’s okay. I’m here.”

You pulled away from him to get a better look at his face. He had a new scar along his left eyebrow and temple, and his face was thinner than before. You pouted, face still wet with tears, tracing the scar with your finger. “What happened?”

He chuckled, “happened back at the cell block.”

You froze in his grasp. The cell block. Where he left you.

He seemed to notice your change in demeanor, setting you down and taking a deep breath. “We have a lot to talk about.”

You grimaced inwardly when you heard Changbin snarl from behind you. “By that, you mean you have a lot to explain.”

Chan sighed. “Ignore him.” He gestured to the rest of the farmhouse group, who had all gathered around you. “Disperse. Give these two some time to catch up.”

Jisung opened his mouth to protest, but Felix swatted him, and pulled him away with the others. Your eyes lingered on Changbin, who simply narrowed his eyes at Jiho before making his way inside.

Leaving just the two of you, in the front yard. You looked back at Jiho, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Let’s go sit by the barn, it has low foot traffic this time of day. Felix probably tended the animals already this morning.”

Jiho nodded, following your lead towards said barn, “You really seem to know this place well.”

He didn’t see, but your gaze turned sour. “I should. After all, I’ve been here for weeks. Months for all I know.”

You heard him falter in his footsteps.

Once the two of you settled in beside the barn, a silence overcame the two of you. You felt your chest contract. You were so happy to see him earlier, but you couldn’t deny the anger beginning to creep in.

He sighed. “Should I start at the beginning?”

You simply nodded, keeping your eyes trained on the ground.

“When I left you in your room-”

“You mean my cell.” You interrupted, failing to hide the bitterness in your voice. Where was this anger coming from?

“Y/N…that was your room. Don’t act like it was just some cellblock to you.”

You nodded, feeling a prick of guilt. “Sorry. You’re right. Keep going.”

He cleared his throat. “When I left your room, during the alarm, I meant to cause a distraction. Once they were diverted, I was going to come back and get you.”

“Did the distraction not work?”

He shook his head. “Actually, it worked too well. I barely made it out alive. The dark-haired one with the shitty attitude got me real good with a machete.” He gestured to the scar on his face.

You looked up at him, failing to remain emotionless at the thought of him getting injured. Despite this, you continued your interrogation. “But why didn’t you come back?”

He looked down this time. “I couldn’t. I was out of ammo and the remaining group members were gone. And…” He began to trail off.

“And what?”

“I knew they wouldn’t hurt you. I knew you’d be fine with them because they have that law against killing women.”

This was a lot to take in. You suppose you couldn’t blame him for that. It was practical, and he was right. But part of you was upset that he had left you at all. “Why didn’t you come get me sooner?”

He frowned, “I didn’t know where they were located. Only the higher-ups in the group knew. I had to work my way up and gain authority to get here.”

You guess…that made sense.

The two of you sat there, in the grass, for hours. Catching each other up on your respective stories as the tension seemed to melt away. Things started to feel normal, and comfortable again.

Jiho’s laughter was interrupted by Felix’s warm voice behind him, “Hey you two, dinner’s ready. It’s the pheasant from last night. Minho’s cooked up a feast.”

You smiled and tugged on Jiho excitedly, “Let’s go! You’re not gonna believe how good the food is.”

The lot of you sat around the table, a new chair pulled in to seat Jiho. You sat between said man and Seungmin. Truth be told, you were glad it was one of the less touchy members. You would have a hard time explaining Felix or Jisung’s dinnertime antics to Jiho.

Minho proudly laid the last dish on the table as everyone finished settling in. It was the pheasants. Minho seemed to notice the lingering gazes, and proudly announced the dish. “I present to you, Pheasants. Roasted with wild honey, in a cream sauce, courtesy of Toes the cow.” He flashed you a mischievous glance, “And pheasants, caught courtesy of Y/N and Hyunjin.”

As everyone began to dig in, Jiho turned to you, tone accusatory. “You went hunting?”

You gulped, “Y-yeah. Just outside the gates.”

Hyunjin spoke from left side of the table, “She’s amazing at it too.” He winked, “almost as good as me.”

You prayed you were the only one to notice Jiho’s eyes narrow at Hyunjin’s wink. You scanned the table, noticing Minho’s hawk-like gaze. Guess not. Hopefully he understood Jiho was just a bit on the protective side.

Jiho shook his head, “You shouldn’t be hunting. Too dangerous.”

Hyunjin caught your gaze, sending you a ‘what the hell is up with this up with this dude’ look. You looked back at your plate trying to hide from the situation. It hadn’t occurred to you how different Jiho was from the others, and how odd it may come across. He was just a tad bit more controlling, that’s all. He just wanted what’s best for you.

Changbin scoffed. “She’s a big girl, Jiho. She can do whatever she wants.”

Jiho cocked an eyebrow, meeting Changbin’s challenge. Competitive as ever, apparently. “She still needs protection”

Changbin smirked, “She can do more than you know, buddy.”

You could practically feel the rage radiate from Jiho, and you began to panic.

Chan cleared his throat, attempting to change the subject. “So, how did you two meet? If you don’t mind my asking.” You sighed in relief.

Jiho took a bite, before leaning back in his seat. “I’ve known her since she was young. Her older brother was my best friend growing up.”

Woojin chuckled, “I bet you have all kinds of embarrassing stories for us. What was baby Y/N like?”

Changbin spoke before Jiho had the chance, “They weren’t friends until after the Virus.”

Jiho chuckled, but you could tell he found nothing about it funny. “Sounds like you could tell this story for me. What’s your name again?”

“Changbin. And by all means, keep telling. Don’t let me stop you”

Jiho crossed his arms in distaste, but nevertheless, continued. “Once the virus hit, my parents passed away, and so did Y/N’s mom. So her brother offered that I join them.”

You started to zone out. You knew the story already, you were more interested in Minho’s dagger-like stare towards Jiho. What was he noticing this time? The man had always had a keen eye.

“….until Y/N’s brother passed away. Leaving the two of us.” Jiho’s voice was distant. You hated this part.

Felix’s voice was thick with concern, “What happened?”

Jiho took a deep, labored breath. “It was a group of thugs we encountered. I barely got out alive myself.”

Hyunjin shook his head sadly, “People were so aggressive when everything began.”

Changbin crossed his arms. “That must have been terrible. Why’d they shoot?”

“They were patrolling their territory, and caught us on their territory while we were hunting. We didn’t know any better.”

Honestly, you weren’t even listening. You were way too distracted with the look of realization in Minho’s eyes. It scared you. It scared you even more when he leaned over to whisper something to Changbin, who in turn whispered back to him.

What the hell were they whispering about?

As dinner grew closer to it’s end, things got quieter. The others (well, most of them), had done a good job putting on a happy face, but as the night continued, the impending doom of what was to come was beginning to set in.

You were going to leave. And you may never see them again.

Wordlessly, Seungmin grabbed your hand under the table. He usually wasn’t the touchy type, but you could tell tonight was an exception. He was gonna miss you. You were gonna miss him too.

Seungmin muttered quietly, unheard by Jiho who was busily wrapped up in conversation with Chan. “I’m gonna miss those nights. The ones with you and Minho up on the lookout perches late at night, all the gossiping and deep talks beneath the stars.” He smiled fondly, “I’m even going to miss cleaning up after your shenanigans with Jisung and Woojin.” He chuckled, “Where did you even find all those wrappers? There’s no way you guys could eat that much.”

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “One day, when all of this is over and the world is back to where it used to be, you’re gonna have to send me a picture from space.” You smiled, feeling a lump in your throat, “I want a picture of the cassiopeia constellation from inside the ship. Got it?”

He nodded, “Yes ma’am.”

The table was eventually clear of plates, but no one moved from their spots. The group wasn’t ready for what was to come. However, to everyone’s surprise, Minho spoke up, “Y/N, Changbin, could you two help me with dishes?”

Everyone around the table looked confused, but Changbin sat up quickly, “Sure thing. That’ll give the rest of you guys time to get things packed up.”

Uh oh. He had his determined face on.

While everyone filed out, Jiho lingered in the doorway for a moment, seemingly unwilling to leave you alone. “Hurry up, okay?”

You nodded, before turning back to the remaining two men in the kitchen. “Minho. Changbin. What the hell is going on with you two?”

Both of their faces were deadly serious, and Minho spoke first. “Y/N, you’re not gonna wanna hear this, but something’s off about Jiho.”

You cocked an eyebrow, “what is that supposed to mean?”

Changbin spoke next, “The way he looks at you. The way he looks at us when we look at you.”

Minho nodded, “He talks about you like he owns you, and the way he looks at you scares me. It’s almost like an obsession.”

You scoff. What the hell were these two talking about? “He’s not obsessed with me. We’re just close.”

Changbin continued. “And you’re different around him too. Quieter.” He grimaced, “Smaller.”

Smaller. You didn’t care for that comment.

Minho continued, “You let him talk for you. That hunting nonsense? The Y/N I know wouldn’t let someone talk down to her like that.”

You were pissed. So what? Your relationship with Jiho was just…different. That didn’t mean it’s bad. “Guys, you don’t have to approve of Jiho. You may not like him but he’s my family.”

Changbin gaze grew grim. “We aren’t finished. Were you listening earlier, when he was talking about your brother?”

You shook your head, “Not really. You two were being obnoxious the whole time, it was distracting. Not to mention, I know the story.”

Changbin nodded, “You’re brother was killed by a crazy stranger over some food, right?”

You nodded, “and Jiho came back to the house without him and told me what happened. We didn’t even get to bury him.”

Minho’s eyes went wide with shock. “Changbin…you were right.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Right about what?”

Changbin’s gaze was angry, “That isn’t what he told us at dinner. It was a completely different story.”

Minho clenched his jaw. “He took a long breath before telling the story, the kind someone takes to buy time.”

You shook your head, unwilling to hear any more, but Minho continued.

“He made it all up on the spot.”

[socialworker-rebecca]

If it’s too hard to think positive, think neutral.

I’m no better or worse than anyone else.

I deserve the same things in life as anyone else.

I’m a human being.

Right now, I am feeling ________(fill in the blank).

I don’t know how I’ll feel in 5 minutes, or tomorrow.

I can’t predict the future.

Life is full of painful, pleasurable, and boring moments.

The world is full of good, evil, and gray areas.