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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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i think something a lot of people don't get is that years of mocking your child, even in jest, does in fact tend to get under their skin
a decade or two of even light verbal harassment is very much accentuated when it's an authority figure you are in every meaningful way subservient to
I was looking for references and stumbled across a series of paintings from 1930s by Soviet painter Alexander Samokhvalov called "The young women of metro construction"
A QUEEN
Okay, I don’t normally add on to posts but in this case I’ve got to.
Rachel Ann Bovier is a Pittsburgh legend who has been publishing her poems in city newspapers for decades. In more recent years, she started putting up these bill boards along major roads. For what reason? I have no clue. But I would often pass them on my way to Oakland for therapy. They never failed to cheer me up.
As a young trans writer, they gave me this precious little spark of joy. There was someone like me, a writer, a Pittsburgher, a trans person, who was confident enough to put their face on a bill board! I would always smile as we passed by and my mom took note.
Fast forward a few years and it’s my 21st birthday. My mom has been super excited about my gift and teased me about it over and over again. She said it was the best gift she’d ever gotten me and in many ways she was right. It was a custom poem she commissioned from Miss Bouvier! It congratulated me on my birthday, my academic success, lots of little stuff. It was simple and sweet and perfect.
I’m still not out to my parents about being trans, but that poem serves as a reminder to me that trans people are every where, they are artists, they are all ages, and their visibility is essential. So thank you to Rachel Ann Bouvier for being a great poetess and a Pittsburgh treasure!
Queer joy detected!
I have to admit that this one made me laugh out loud
I see them everywhere I go
you know i had to.. cmon
the reason buck is so jealous of hen and eddie's friendship is because him and eddie aren't on the same page about their place in each other's lives.
in eddie's mind, his priorities are as follows:
christopher (son)
buck (partner)
hen, chimney, etc. (friends)
to eddie, buck is in an entirely separate category than the rest of his friends. we can see this in the kitchen fight, where eddie expects buck to be his main emotional support and partner through their grief. he doesn't expect this from hen or karen, who are in his mental friend category. buck isn't just his friend, he's separate. more important. no matter how much he bonds with hen, she'll never go above buck. because buck is his partner above all else.
the problem is... buck doesn't know this.
in buck's mind, eddie's priorities are as follows:
christopher (son)
buck, hen, chim etc. (friends)
buck doesn't see himself as inherently more important than all of their other friends. buck is very aware that him and eddie aren't together, especially after last season. so, when buck sees himself in this friend category, everyone else is a threat. he's essentially putting himself in competition with eddie's other friends because his place in eddie's life feels replaceable. if hen becomes eddie's new best friend, where does that leave buck? so, he huffs and puffs and stresses whenever anyone else gets close to eddie. his current category (friend) doesn't give him the security he needs to be a normal person.
and i'm sure eddie doesn't even realize this. because to him, it's obvious buck is something special, that he's a permanent fixture in eddie's life. but that isn't obvious to buck. and until they can put into words the unspoken thing between them, they'll keep miscommunicating. and buck will keep being crazy <3
“your friend is dead, and their corpse is inhabited by something only you can see for what it truly is" is already good horror. but "you begin to love the thing that wears their face"? the blasphemy of it. terror turning into desire. grief turning into longing. being enticed by what should repel you. it twists the knife deeper, because the horror is not based on deception anymore. the fear comes from recognizing the monster in its raw form and finding beauty there. you're not clinging to scraps of your friend, you're surrendering to something other, something wrong, and loving it. you're not holding onto a ghost of the past, it’s the monster itself that you choose
Today I was listening to Jane Goodall being interviewed and she said something I knew about but had forgotten. The whole reason she went off to Africa to study chimps in the wild was because she was madly in love with Tarzan. Huge fangirl!
"He married the wrong Jane!" she laughed.
But she was so caught up in the romance of it all that she literally went off to live with chimps at a time when field studies of wild animals simply did not exist, and women were not taken very seriously as scientists. And basically invented a whole approach to studying wild animals that is standard today, changed everything we know about chimps, and became one of nature's biggest champions.
Because she loved real animals and one fictional man.
RIP to one of my heroes.
Jane Goodall 1934-2025
Oh no, Jane. Oh what a loss.
Go where love leads you, even if it seems audacious and crazy.
Even if the love does not last, you will.
But the places you would not otherwise go will change you, and help you become who you would not otherwise be.
Honestly she managed one of the more impressive possible outcomes of "haring off to a different continent after a love interest who isn't even real" but we can all become better people along the road that follows our hearts.
Good job, Jane.
Wait WHAT?? Our heart is mostly a flat strap of muscle curled up in a knot?? It can be unrolled and straightened out!!????
https://medimagery.com/untying-the-knot-your-heart-is-actually-a-spiral/
NO
DOMT YOU DARE!!!
Phew that was cl
GOD DAMN IT
Fun science fact! If you unrolled your heart like that and stretched it out as far as it could go, you would die.
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I’m shitting at these tags
yea this is Montreal, do you want to know how bad Montreal drivers are? only on the island of Montreal, is it illegal to make a right turn on a red light. because they don’t fucking look. it’s the only place I’ve ever been that has lost it’s “turning on a red light” privilege
but yea powdered snow is slippery af and the island is hilly and full of narrow streets. not designed for wheeled vehicles.
I need to reblog myself because I just found this on the gov of Quebec’s website
Stuck my hand into my totebag to get my wallet and instead was met with id say 5 or 6 centimetres of straight unsalted butter. Just sank right into it. Now this raises some eyebrows but I shan't elaborate
i really like fallout because, unlike a lot of media that uses retrofuturism as just a cool aesthetic, fallout’s obsession with 1950s americana actually means something. it’s not just chrome fins and googie diners, it’s weaponized optimism. it’s that sickly-sweet propaganda sheen slathered over nuclear terror, where smiling mascots tell you to duck and cover while the government quietly preps for the end of the world. it’s about a country that believed so hard in its own greatness it signed its death warrant in cursive.
fallout takes that warped, post-war idealism, the “gee whiz!” charm of suburbia on lithium. and drags it through the dirt, showing us what happens after all the white picket fences melt into radioactive slag. in a world shaped by that specific brand of McCarthyist exceptionalism, the future isn’t flying cars and robot butlers, it’s a dinky holotape of your last moments before the bombs hit, looping forever. like vault 11, the one where the final recording plays after everyone’s already dead, revealing the whole “sacrifice one person every year or everyone dies” mandate was a lie. a loyalty test. a sick joke. and the vault passed, right before it failed, because paranoia and desperation had already eaten them alive.
that’s fallout. not just the end of the world, but the punchline that comes after the moral.
and honestly? that hits way harder than any sleek utopia. because fallout remembers: beneath all that pastel patriotism and canned laughter, something was always rotting.
possibly one of the most hilarious exchanges on doctor who
Honestly all the conversations between the Daleks and Cybermen in this episode were fucking gold
I know nothing about Doctor Who lore but I feel like the Cybermen and the Daleks are both the descendents of two exes who both designed robots.
You haven’t even seen the best one yet (or at least, it wasn’t in this reblog chain):
i hate when rich people condescend with the whole 'money can't buy happiness' argument like listen. just because buying your fourth car didn't fill the void in your deluded disconnected-from-reality life doesn't mean not having to worry about food/ bills/medicine wouldn't greatly improve the mental health of literally everyone else on the planet
I’m watching Splash (1984) which is a romcom about a guy who falls in love with a mermaid, and when she chooses a human name she chooses Madison and guy says “that’s not a real name, but alright” which seems to imply that Madison was not a name until at least the 80’s and all girls named Madison are actually named after the mermaid. thought you should know
I think...you might be right
what the fuck
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