Hetty but not het

She/her disabled 30 mostly memes, animals, and occasionally some writing

[clara-scintilla]

Fossils

Designs are open for claims (except 1 and 5), Dm if interested!

[sir-badger]

Star critters ✨️🪸🐋🪼🦑

[beardedmrbean]

Next up someone is going to claim that the Narnia series isn't kids books.

Kids books is probably not the best way to word it, you can enjoy them at every age, including your childhood, as you get older you may find new truths in them, but they're still good for any age.

[drpumpkinsart]

I had the pleasure of finishing up Moon Remix RPG Adventure and finally got around making a piece for it 💙

Tottoteruri!

[baddywronglegs]

If you are young and fit and healthy, get a hobby you can do while ill. Something that brings you joy and you can still enjoy while laid out with flu or whatever.

Future you will thank you for not pinning your ability to enjoy and get any sense of achievement on having the base energy levels of a teenager.

Sure, you might still be dancing and playing tennis and running marathons in your 80s. Or you might be walking short distances with a cane between breath stops in your 30s, and really glad past-you found those breath stops were so much more enjoyable if you brought a pencil and some paper to draw the pigeons you were sharing a bench with.

[sunanthrope]

"But what if people will pretend to need this accessibility option so they can be lazy! People who don't need it will use it!!" I don't actually care

I dont care if 9/10 of the people who use the wheelchair ramp arent actually in wheelchairs. As long as the 1 person who needs it has access to it.

I dont care if 9/10 people who use the automatic push button on the library door can actually push the door open themselves. As long as the 1 person who the door is too heavy for gets to use it.

I dont care if 9/10 people who buy the can tab opener, or the little guitar clamp that holds the chords for you, or the hand grip that helps you hold chop sticks, don't need any of it and just get it to "be lazy". As long as the one disabled person who needs it gets access to it.

I do not care. Oh my GOD I do not care. As long as there's a disabled person on this planet who the accessibility device will benefit, the accessibility device is necessary.

Also, if you're so worried about people being "lazy" by using accessibility devices, MORE worried than you are about disabled (visibly or not) people not having access to them, you have unchecked ableism you need to work through.

Edit: Please stop fucking talking about the capos. I am talking about the thing you clamp on the neck of the guitar that holds/changes chords with a button, not capos. Stay on topic.

[thatwelshartist]

I was looking up facts about Cormorants to find a title for this and found out about the liver bird a mythological creature from liverpool that is literally just a cormorant which I find kinda funny

anyway still think what to call this maybe UKAI

[mammalianmammals]

When ranchers in Utah's Rich County found eighteen sheep killed in March 2022, they assumed coyotes. USDA Wildlife Services flew a plane over the kill site and found something feeding on the carcasses that had only been confirmed in the state eight times in forty years. It was a wolverine. Utah sits at the extreme southern margin of the wolverine's North American range. The animal is built for the deep snow and high alpine of Montana, Idaho, and Wyoming, country above ten thousand feet where the winters last eight months and the terrain rejects everything that is not specifically engineered to survive it. A wolverine showing up in Utah's ranch country was not a routine predator complaint. It was a biological event. State wildlife managers had no protocol for it because they had never needed one. Biologists set specialized barrel traps near the sheep carcasses. Catching a wolverine in a live trap is considered one of the most difficult captures in North American wildlife management. The animal is trap-smart, solitary, covers enormous distances daily, and operates almost exclusively in terrain that humans struggle to access on foot. The odds of a wolverine walking into a barrel trap were close to zero. The next morning, a sheepherder found one of the trap doors dropped. Inside was a healthy, twenty-eight-pound male, estimated at three to four years old. It was the first wolverine ever live-captured by biologists in Utah's history. The team sedated him, packed his body in ice to keep his core temperature stable during the examination, fitted him with a GPS tracking collar, and released him into the deep snow of the Uinta Mountains. For researchers who had spent careers studying an animal they almost never got to see, that collar was the first real-time data source on wolverine movement the state had ever produced. The data that came back over the next twenty-five days confirmed what wolverine biologists in other states had documented but Utah had never been able to verify on its own ground. The animal logged over 195 miles of travel in less than a month. He did not drift south toward lower elevations or leave the state. He locked into the high peaks of the Uintas above ten thousand feet and ran massive looping circuits through avalanche chutes, rocky ridgelines, and snowfields deep enough to bury a man standing upright. The daily distances he covered would qualify as an endurance event for a human athlete on flat ground. He was doing it through the most physically punishing terrain in the state, in winter, alone, at elevation, without stopping. The eighteen dead sheep that started the whole sequence were never repeated. The wolverine moved into the high country and stayed there, operating in a landscape so remote and so hostile that the only evidence of his existence was the GPS signal pinging coordinates from ridgelines that no person had visited in months. The collar proved what the forty years of scattered sightings could only suggest. The wolverine was not passing through Utah. It was living there, quietly covering nearly two hundred miles of frozen alpine rock in less than a month, completely invisible to every human being in the state.

Source: Utah Division of Wildlife Resources / USDA Wildlife Services

[surelynotapornbot]

Neil!!!

[chongoblog]

ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

FETCH ME NEIL

[chongoblog]

[chongoblog]

HAPPY BIG TWENTY NEIL

[gemini-enthusiast]

The first photos are coming in from Artemis II, and they are stunning. Photos of our home planet from humans we are sending further than anyone has gone before.

[gemini-enthusiast]

And now two more. The first of which being taken by Commander Reid Wiseman just minutes from the other Blue Marble picture seen above, showcasing the effect of different camera setting on space photography. Pictures of our home, where all but four of us are looking up from.

[notthatbernie]

Head pats

[unexplained-events]

An underwater graveyard in Llyn Celyn, Wales. The village it was located in was flooded in the 60’s to supply water to Liverpool.

[chrysalicefiasco]

Mum just told me that’s where we get our water from….

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

History time! because it’s worse than you think.

Llyn Celyn is the name of the reservoir - the village was Capel Celyn, which is in the Tryweryn Valley. So in 1956, Liverpool County Council wanted more water; but, naturally, they didn’t want to flood an English valley. Problem was, there was no way to apply for drowning Tryweryn and getting it approved by literally any Welsh authority at all, ‘cause you know, fuck that.

So, they sponsored a private bill and pushed that through parliament. This allowed them to just do exactly as they pleased without Welsh consent. Capel Celyn was also, in a time of huge legislative and social oppression of the Welsh language, one of the last Welsh-only communities we had.

Needless to say, 35 of the 36 Welsh MPs voted against it (the last abstained), and the villagers fought the flooding for 8 years. So did the rest of Wales. Huge numbers of Welsh people marched to London to protest. It was one of the biggest unifying protests we’d had in centuries. There was an English reporter from the BBC who went there to cover all the “fuss”, and he asked a local man (who was clearly the only guy who could speak English) why he cared about the village, since it wasn’t the most important or the most beautiful village in Wales.

“Listen,” the Welshman hissed. “My wife may not be the most important woman in Wales, nor the most beautiful. But I love her! And I certainly wouldn’t drown her.”

In 1965, they drowned it anyway.

In all, there were in fact two chapels and graveyards drowned, one being Quaker; also a school, post office, multiple farms, and the village itself.

You now see a lot of these on abandoned walls in mid and north Wales:

It means “Remember Tryweryn.” Tryweryn became a galvanising force in Welsh devolution, which began its steady march in 1957, since England had pretty effectively just proven to us that they were literally never going to listen to us, even with the “representation” they’d given us.

Anyway, in 2005 Liverpool City Council formally apologised for drowning Tryweryn. While I’m glad they did - Birmingham still has yet to apologise for the Elan and Claerwen Valleys - it’s the emptiest fucking gesture on the planet. But, it’s a rare admission of guilt from an English institution towards Wales, so you know. Baby steps.

HOWEVER.

Here’s what’s interesting about the graveyard picture above:

We were told that they would cover over the cemetery. Families could have the bodies relocated, and 8 were disinterred, but the rest were to have their headstones removed, a layer of gravel put over, and then the whole lot encased in concrete.

Seems not, eh?

[anarchistmemedistro]

[notthatbernie]

Ridiculous

[byruit]

[foone]

making cats use windows 8 is cruel and unusual

[thegaymertrainer]

I love otter

[motherfucker-unlimited]

This screencap is actually convincing me that the pokemon world might be hell to live in. Imagine if dog people who let their fugly beasts do whatever they want got access to 60kg dogs that will eat anything made out metal (and are immune to food poisoning) and would wreck any car that ran them over.

"Oh Bauxy isn't bothering anything" "Ma'am your Aron named Bauxite is eating a stop sign. Bauxy is gonna get someone killed."

[motherfucker-unlimited]

Imagine coming out of a convenience store only to see that your bike got eaten by an Aron who is now pissing hot solder on the tyres, all the while it's owner named Nickeal or some shit is just at his rotomphone watching KlingToks and not paying any attention.

[bugchunk]