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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

#extradirty

shark vs the universe
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Janaina Medeiros
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
taylor price
DEAR READER
almost home
Xuebing Du
cherry valley forever

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Sade Olutola
Cosmic Funnies
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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YOU ARE THE REASON
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@decepti-geek
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it sucks that the overwhelming majority of medical messaging around salt/sodium is "evil poisonous substance that you're definitely already eating way too much of," because like. you do still need it. (trust me, as a POTS-haver, I've had to completely rewire my own brain about salt.) and you need more salt when the entire northern hemisphere is hot enough to fry an egg on. ever tried sucking down the recommended 64oz of hydration per day entirely as water, only to find you're peeing constantly without any of the purported benefits of being "hydrated"? assuming you don't have another medical condition that causes frequent urination, your body probably needed more salt/electrolytes to be able to hold onto that water and make use of it. if there was ever a time to keep a sports drink/pedialyte/etc within constant reach, it's when the heat index is 110°F/43°C.
australian sour patch kids have gluten in them i am truly at my fucking limit im crashing out im waging war against wheat idgaf anymore
oh is that one of those things where ableist companies put in traces of common allergens so they can just avoid the cost of making it safe
WHAT
A trend we predicted in 2016 continues.
US based but it’s similar reasons in other countries. and of course many companies have international locations. idk if that’s why it’s happening with sour patch kids but this is a thing
I cannot even explain how ANGRY I am at this.
My nephew is very allergic to eggs, peanuts, tree nuts, and sesame. Last year my sister discovered all hot dogs and hamburger buns now contain sesame. Not "may contain", but listed in the ingredients. This year basically every brand of sliced bread also now contains sesame, making it very difficult to find bread items he can eat.
They're just adding it to their products, so they can just list it as an ingredient and not bother with worrying about cross contamination. And they aren't even bothering with telling anyone. Capitalism is going to kill us all.
"Which brings us back to Kellogg’s. Back in 2016, the company found a way around the added burden and expense of complying with the FSMA: they simply began adding trace amounts of peanut flour to their cracker products. Doing so allowed them to list peanuts as an ingredient of the product, freeing them from having to prevent cross-contact.
At the time, Kellogg’s notified Food Allergy Research and Education (FARE) about the impending change and left it to them to warn the allergic community. In this case, Pearson’s didn’t even bother as near as we can tell."
The old school lack of transparency on tumblr is amazing because you assume the people you follow must all be equivalent to you and then you see someone write “I brought my youngest to college today” and someone else write “my mom wouldn’t let me listen to Ariana Grande when I was a kid” and then your head explodes
and we need that! keeps us humble.
Then I'm just like WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE AN ADULT
It goes the other way, too, because WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE A CHILD?!!
I'm 16, that's like, barely a child
I'm in my 30s. You are baby
I'm older than both of you in a trenchcoat.
honestly one of the best things we can do for ourselves is realize that people of different ages than us can still be the same kind of person as us. it's humbling and it gives everyone involved a sense of continuity, and it busts those stupid generational stereotypes media is so fond of.
media: we have an anti-authoritarian story for you!
me: sweet hit me with the good stuff
media: so there's this marginalized underclass of people, right?
me: okay
media: and they're like, stigmatized for something that's mostly an aspect of how they are born, or where they're from, or they're badly misunderstood, right?
me: yup, got it, I'm with ya
media: so these people are rebelling against the current social order, because it's the instrument of their suffering
me: oh good great sure
media: but also they're violent and deranged and need to be stopped
me: ...what
media: yeah they're going too far, they're trying to overthrow the system and assassinate the nice cop trying to help them and also they burned down an orphanage
me: ...why? would they burn down an orphanage??
media: extremism is bad
me: still not seeing what this has to do with their fight though???
media: also now they've shot a dog. oops they shot another dog
me: what?! why? I though their motive was to overthrow oppression??
media: yes but their suffering has also made them evil
me: ...???
media: don't worry though, the good guys will defeat them and restore the status quo
me: the status quo that's been killing people?
media: well it turns out it was only killing the kinds of awful people who burn down orphanages and shoot dogs :)
me: oh. this is actually a pro-authoritarian story, isn't it?
media: nooo of course not don't be sillyyyyyy we're super progressive look one of the cops is a black lady don't be sillyyyyyy
Can you eat, read, and die in your dreams?
I can do all three
I can eat and read but not die
I can eat and die but not read
I can read and die but not eat
I can eat but not read or die
I can read but not eat or die
I can die but not read or eat
I can't do any of those things in dreams
Eggman Button
This made me laugh out loud
Reblogging in honor of the first day of baseball season.
The pitcher that exploded the bird is a photographer now, this is his logo
yo i made rhis into a sweater
this might be kind of a reach but is there a way for printers to connect to devices so that documents can be printed from them
Uranus
nijntje hollander says let's get this bread
sometimes i feel like im climing up this incline again alone but thankully sisypus and the itsy bitsy spider and here with me
holy shit is that kate bush
Every once in a while, I wish the friendship meter from the Sims was real so that way when people tell me "I used Chat-GPT" they can visually see just how much respect I just lost for them in that moment.
One time an acquaintance told me she entered Snape's star chart into chatgpt and I could physically feel that meter dropping three separate times over the course of her sentence
unexpected encounter - background hollanov - @hollanovbingo (BINGO!) - word count: 351 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3
Svetlana recognizes her right away, when she walks into the bathroom that is shared by a few of the private boxes in the arena.
Rose fucking Landry.
Her insides leap, of course. But she knows how to play it cool.
"Your boyfriend is playing well this evening," she comments lightly, eyes on her hands under the faucet.
Rose laughs loudly as she reapplies her lipstick. "Oh, Shane hasn't been my boyfriend for like a year. But thanks! He always plays his best against Boston, I think."
"Yes, unfortunately for us," Svetlana says back, grinning.
"Are you dating one of the players?" Rose asks, and isn't she kind to make conversation rather than just excuse herself?
Svetlana grimaces. "No. I am, uh, good friends with Ilya Rozanov, though. We have known each other since we were children."
Rose gives her a delighted grin. "So we're enemies, then?"
She can only smile back. "Looks like it."
Of course, this immediately means they have to get a drink together. Returning to Rose's private box, Svetlana finds herself rubbing elbows with celebrities she's seen in magazines and news articles, clinking one glass, then another, then a fifth, with Rose.
"....but yeah," Rose says after their sixth drink is delivered, "people keep thinking Shane and I are still a thing, right? But he's with someone new! And damn secretive about it, too! So annoying!”
“Ilya is the same!” Svetlana laments, because it’s nice to have someone who understands these damn hockey boys. “She is saved in his phone as ‘Jane,’ but he will not give me any hints about her!” Of course, she knows at least one thing about ‘Jane’ but that’s not hers to tell.
But, amazingly, something like recognition flashes in Rose’s eye. “Wait…Jane? Hang on…” She grabs Svetlana by the wrist and tugs her to a secluded corner, staring at her like she’s just said something life-changing. “Have you heard the name Lily before?” she whispers, eyes wide and nervous.
Svetlana nearly drops her drink as they gaze at each other, analyzing closely. “You…you’re not saying…?”
Rose, however, is beaming. “No fucking way!”