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I asked my five year old cousin what he would do if there was a scary skeleton and he said "I would pour water on it and then kick it" and I've been losing my shit laughing crying about a wet skeleton for about fifteen minutes straight
he was so delighted by my fits of giggles that he drew eight wet skeletons for me
Comparing the rotations of objects in the Solar System. Just look at them lol.✨🪐
To everyone that's confused, the planet Venus rotates very very slowly, with a single revolution taking about 243 Earth days, and Mercury rotates slowly, but not as slow as Venus.
i was like "i wish mercury and venus were still animated tho" and then when i opened it to reblog the image was in starting position with mercury's eyes off to the side and i realized they ARE animated. super slow.
the earth's eyes are drawn in a different place every rotation
Jupiter is spinninggggg
you spin me right round baby right round like a record baby
Some good news for everyone today.
I went to a conference showing off this tech back in 2013 and I am so glad to see a TikTok because it means that the technology is getting more popular and ubiquitous
This is one of the best uses for concrete 3D printers that I've seen. A lot of concrete 3D printers are designed with housing in mind, but they don't really make good houses, for a number of reasons. One of those reasons is that they create a great environment for microorganisms to grow and is hard to wash off, which makes it perfect for this.
Along urbanised coastlines, marine urban infrastructure is increasingly becoming the dominant habitat. Structures such as seawalls, pilings,
Japan knows how to make a game show.
I have been looking for this for YEARS. On the main blog you go!
When the Anti-Choice Choose By Joyce Arthur Copyright © September, 2000 Available in a German translation Available in a Russian translation
I never pass up an opportunity to share this essay.
also while i’m ranting about gender i always see debate about whether girls are rewarded for being tomboys or not and it’s like. actually girls are rewarded for mirroring whatever the situation demands of them. girls can’t be too prissy and refuse to play in the creek, but girls also can’t show up to girly events covered in mud. girls can’t have makeup art as a hobby or else they’re superficial, but if they never wear makeup they’re a slob and dumpy, etc. it’s not that girls are universally rewarded or punished for being tomboys, they’re rewarded for bending over backwards to always be exactly right for any given situation and punished for breaking those boundaries. so yes a classically pretty girl who cleans up nice is rewarded when she can ALSO be a tomboy. but a girl who is a tomboy all the time is definitely punished for never being able to achieve that prerequisite feminine side. this debate is over now thanks
this is spot on. A woman's masculinity is rewarded as long as it doesn't conflict with being heteronormatively attractive and as long as the masculinity plays harmonising second fiddle to the masculinity of the men around her.
I honestly think Gen-Z and younger simply does not understand how recent widespread smartphone adoption is.
I am not that old, and I didn't have a smartphone until probably late high school. For most of my life, many if not most people were not walking around with a magic internet machine in their pocket that they pulled out and used constantly for everything.
reblog if you remember having to ration your text messages and accidentally opening the internet on your phone was the end of the world
This is the sorta segment I wish still existed in kids’ shows. Soothing voiceover, mellow music, no flashy graphics. Just a calm behind-the-scenes look at something you might call mundane but that most of us would never have a clue about if no one pulled the curtain back to reveal its inner workings.
Okay but imagine being in kindergarten and seeing something like this, you would absolutely change your mind about wanting to be a fire fighter or teacher or whatever Job you've been told is cool and possible to grow up to do because wait a minute it's just like play-doh, there's so much it's kept in trash cans, you can use your hands to smear icing everywhere? It smells like cinnamon buns all the time?! Yes please!
I vaguely remember having a field trip to a bakery in kindergarten and thinking croissants were magical and that I wanted to make them in the future cuz kneading dough looked fun.
The moment I saw these double doors in our apartment, I knew I wanted to put colorful foil on them:
Today my wife did it, and I couldn't be more stunned and happy:
Isn't it amazing? This is a dream come true, and it makes me so happy! 🩵🧡💚💛💙❤️🩷
The doors continue to delight:
(pics taken as the sun shines through the doors, making all the colors shine and projecting some of them across the hallway floor) (edited this reblog to add a second pic)
This post is almost at 11,111 notes and I hope someone screenshots it when it happens!
@purlturtle here you are I got it for you!
what if I told you that I am RIVETED to my notifications at the moment, for fear that I will miss it
The galaxy map of this post's reblogs is a thing of beauty:
This isn't a post from a big blog that a ton of people reblogged from that one big blog. This isn't even a post that got big because one big blog reblogged it. Yes, there were a few big-name boosts, but almost all of these reblogs are just, this post ambling through Tumblr making people happy.
And that makes *me* happy. Thank you, fellow Tumblrinas!
Y'all.
My wife found this incredible rug to go into the living room, that matches the doors so so so well!
Isn't it fabulous?
(ID: wide angle shot of a living room with a rug in the center that is 5x8 panels of different colored squares)
I highly recommend watching this testimony from Aliya Rahman, the disabled woman who was dragged out of her car and kidnapped by ICE on her way to a doctor appointment in Minneapolis a few weeks ago.
Truly my worst nightmare.
Transcript of Aliya Rahman's speech:
Thank you members, for taking the time to be here today, and thank you staff for making this happen.
My name is Aliya Rahman, and I am a resident of South Minneapolis. I am a Bangladeshi American born in Northern Wisconsin. And I’m a disabled person with autism and a traumatic brain injury.
Not all autistic brains do this, but mine fixates on sounds, numbers, and patterns. And while what the world saw happen to me exactly three weeks ago today on video was a terrible violation it is still nothing compared to the horrific practices I saw inside the Whipple center.
So I am here today with a duty to the people who have not had the privilege of coming home, and I offer this data because these practices must end now.
On January 13th on the way to my 39th appointment at Hennepin County’s traumatic brain injury center, I encountered a traffic jam caused by ICE vehicles and no signs indicating how to get around it. I had not wanted to pull in to a blocked, chaotic intersection, but verbally agreed to do so and rolled down my window after an agent yelled, “Move! I will break your f-ing window!”
His first instruction.
Agents on all sides of my vehicle yelled conflicting threats and instructions that I could not process while watching for pedestrians.
Then, the glass of the passenger side window flew across my face.
I yelled, “I’m disabled!” at the hands grabbing at me and an agent said, “Too late.”
I felt immersed in a pattern, and I thought of Jenoah Donald, an autistic black man killed by the police during a traffic stop in 2021.
I remembered mister Silverio Villegas González, who was killed by ICE in his vehicle last year.
An agent pulled a large combat knife in front of my face, which I thought was for cutting me, and later learned was used to cut off my seat belt. Shooting pain went through my head, neck, and wrists when I hit the ground face first and people leaned on my back.
I felt the pattern, and I thought of mister George Floyd, who was killed four blocks away.
I was carried face down through the street by my cuffed arms and legs while yelling that I had a brain injury and was disabled. I now cannot lift my arms normally.
I was never asked for ID.
Never told I was under arrest.
Never read my rights.
And never charged with a crime.
Approaching the Whipple center, I saw black and brown bodies shackled together, chained together, being marched by yelling agents outdoors. I continued to hear the word “bodies”, because that is how agents referred to us:
“We’re bringing in a body.”
“They’re bringing in bodies 7, 8 at a time, where do I put ‘em?”
“We can’t use that room, there’s already a body in there.”
You have no reason to believe you will make it out alive if you’re already being called a body.
Agents repeatedly had to stop and ask how to do tasks. I received no medical screening, phone call, or access to a lawyer. I was denied a communication navigator when my speech began to slur. Agents laughed as I tried to immobilize my own neck. I asked for my cane and was told no, pulled up by my arms and prodded forward in leg irons by agents laughing and saying, “Walk! You can do it, walk.”
Agents did not know if the facility had a wheelchair.
When I was finally placed in one to be taken to interrogation an agent taunted, “You were driving, right? So your legs do work.”
I pleaded for emergency medical care for over an hour after my vision had become blurry, my heart rate went through the roof, and the pain in my neck and head became unbearable.
It was denied.
When I became unable to speak my cellmate pleaded for me.
The last sounds I remember before I blacked out on the cell floor were my cellmate banging on the door, pleading for a medic, and a voice outside saying, “We don’t wanna step on ICE’s toes.”
When I opened my eyes at Hennepin County’s emergency room, I learned I was brought there to be treated for assault.
The impacts of DHS detention on my physical, mental and financial well-being and safety have been very severe, but I do not deserve more humane treatment than anyone else, US citizen or not. And I am here today with a strong spirit and a duty to the many people who haven’t had the privilege to tell their stories or see their loved ones come home. I am extremely distressed by the pattern that violence from law enforcement has been happening to black and indigenous communities for centuries, and to DHS survivors for over 20 years.
We call ourselves a civilized nation, but we lack rules and accountability around what a person claiming to be law enforcement is permitted to do to another human being.
I am not afraid, and I’m not afraid to keep working on this problem even after ICE is gone. Thank you for your time.
Ferret shows the owner her babies.
I’m straight up CRYING
@frenchfriedbitchflakes
I WAS NOT PREPARED AND YOU WON’T BE EITHER!
“Hand goes IN the baby box!”
HEY.
HEY YALL.
USAMERICAN DEMOCRATS SUCCESSFULLY REMOVED EVERY ANTITRANS RIDER FROM EVERY FUNDING BILL
Spread the fucking word because LORD knows democrats fucking suck at spreading it themselves and will fail once again to inform their base
But just in case you’re sitting there going “the Dems aren’t doing anything,” THEY ARE
IT IS JUST SLOW
AND MOSTLY INVISIBLE
BUT THEY ARE
The bills are still subject to a final vote, but trans Americans can be relieved for now.
At Costco there were two butch ladies in their 60’s arguing about which couch to get and one of them said a certain option wouldn’t fit through the doorway at which point they BOTH immediately whipped out tape measures. Glorious.
this post is not going to be at all coherent, and it's not going to be linear, but it's just things that i've seen/noticed/experienced/felt in the last few weeks.
a local coffee shop that i go to regularly has transformed their tip jar into a free whistles jar. every time i go in i grab another to hand out to people i know.
every small business i have been to has a sign on their door or in their front window that says "NO ADMITTANCE TO ICE." many of them lock their doors and let people in one by one, to make certain no one can infiltrate.
ICE agents are wearing plainclothes and sneaking into schools that are setting up food banks for their students' families, to be able to snatch kids or teachers or students' parents without warning. they claim to have donations for the food bank. instead they steal lives.
a former coworker of mine was dragged out of his car by five agents, thrown to the ground, and taken to immigration detention. his teenage brother filmed it. he is a US citizen.
every person i know has a whistle. every person i know is getting a gas mask, a hands-free body cam. we take breaks from work and drive around and alert each other to plainclothes officers and cars with black-out windows.
there's a local neighborhood fight that's been going on for years. one house on the street has one of those 15 foot tall skeletons from home depot that they keep up year round. the neighbors across the street hate it and call it satanic and have been trying to get them to take it down. even before ICE came to minneapolis, the rest of the neighborhood had gotten skeletons of their own to stand in solidarity with The Big Guy. now, every skeleton and every house on that street has signs, home made, painted on cardboard or spare wood, that read something like NO ICE IN OUR STREETS.
my good friend, a native woman, carries her birth certificate, her tribal descendant ID, and her REAL ID with her wherever she goes. she wears hats with bobbles on the top, and makes jokes about how she passes as white if she's wearing it. it keeps us all calm.
there are three native men from oglala lakota nation being held prisoner in the whipple building, because ICE is demanding a deportation contract with their tribe. because to ICE, native people aren't native. these men are hostages. at every rally and every march i've been to, native women have been leading the charge, dancing, their husbands and friends and brothers drumming while they sing. mankato, minnesota was the sight of the largest mass execution in american history, in 1862. all 38 of those men were dakota.
i am in multiple rapid response chats. every single one, every single day, has people offering to purchase groceries for each other, take each other to appointments, provide money or support, pay rent, pay bills.
last night i got an email from my synagogue. my rabbis and other clergy have been deeply involved in the response, and have been at every protest and organized some of their own. last night, i got an email from my rabbi asking me to go outside at 7pm with a candle, to light up our streets. i couldn't go outside to stand last night, because of a medical emergency, but i know so many who did. whittier, where alex pretti died, which is now being encircled with a national guard barricade and checkpoints, turned out on every street.
i have friends and coworkers in other cities. every single one has seen ICE. not just minneapolis: st paul, woodbury, brooklyn park--where melissa hortman was murdered--maple grove, st cloud, willmar. every single one of them has ICE roaming the streets. every single one of them has communities rising up in response.
minnesota is not the only place i have ever lived. i've lived on the east coast, on the west coast, in the southwest, abroad. i have been in the twin cities for six years as of this august. it has its flaws, like every place. but this was the wrong place for ICE and the administration to try this. we're a social services state. we have thousands of programs. we're used to supporting each other. we want to support each other.
minnesota is a state of neighbors. when i first moved here, people told me "oh, it doesn't matter who you voted for; we're your neighbors no matter what." another person told me, "community support is the most important value we have. sometimes it's hard, because it's like a beehive or a wasp's nest. sometimes we're encouraged to assimilate, and assimilation isn't always good. but if you fuck with one of us, you fuck with all of us. even if we disagree, we show up."
at the time, i didn't believe it. i have never been in a place where those boundaries don't drive deep lines between houses and families and communities. and it's not like they don't; minnesotans fight, disagree, stop speaking, lose contact.
but minnesota nice is real. minnesota nice might be passive aggressive at worst, but at its best, it's like a beehive. minnesota is a beehive, and when the bees are under threat, the hive swarms.
we're swarming.
