ghost

28 year-old from Colorado. Asexual, genderqueer and chronically ill.

[thememedaddy]

[the-final-sif]

So! This is a perfect case study in situations where you should be wary of misinformation.

Take a moment and ask yourself, a project like this requires a lot of time, money and dedication of resources, why would scientists dedicate that time to something that could just be done by a tree?

The answer is they wouldn't. So that means this claim requires further investigation!

This project is called LIQUID 3, and it's not meant for cities with wide open spaces, it's meant for cities like Belgrade in Serbia. These cities are densely populated and heavily polluted, to the point where pollution actually chokes out current trees and makes creating green spaces difficult.

Liquid 3 was a PhD scientists answer to these problems. The microalgae tank is intended for spaces where you either:

Don't have enough space to plant full trees, or

Don't have enough time to plant trees and wait for them to grow up.

The tank is extremely efficient when you consider the amount of space needed compared to the amount of CO2 turned into oxygen. The tank can operate throughout the winter. And most importantly, it can be quickly set up in areas that desperately need relief from air pollution NOW not in 10 years when trees are done growing. Children currently suffocating on polluted air can't wait for trees to grow, they need to be taken care of now, and Liquid 3 is one of the ways to take care of them. Depending on the species of microalgea used, a number have shown a pretty amazing capacity to pull heavy metals out of the air which is something trees can get choked up by.

The tanks aren't just tanks either! Liquid 3 have solar panels placed on top, they have lighting and mobile phone charging, and they work as public benches. The designers of it want to encourage green spaces where there's room, but where there isn't room or time, Liquid 3 can step in. Realistically, this isn't a replacement for trees. It's replacing boring metal city benches with new, cooler benches that also clean the air (and have at least some heating during the winter).

Not only that, but the microalgea that grows is native to Serbia and all that microalgea has a ton of great uses! It makes for great fertilizer, compost, wastewater treatment, cleaner biofuels and even for helping create new tanks for further air purification. They only require a quick algae divide once a month, and the produced algae can be carted off to where ever it's needed. This makes them effective solutions for areas that can't sustain complex installations.

So yeah, there's actually quite a lot of places that would like these. Lots of people currently breathing in terrible quality air would much rather have their boring city benches replaced with really fucking cool algae tanks that clean the air and can be used to help create + sustain future green spaces in cities. I dunno about you, but I'd take that over a dumb metal bench any day. Put these at every bus stop and I'd be delighted.

[straawberries]

can ppl pls reblog this version

[us-nowhere-girls]

Well damn. I was also like wtf is this stupid slime tank and then I read the rest and my mind got blown

[bauliya]

i think all quiet on the western front and the lord of the rings are in direct conversation with each other, as in theyre the retelling of the same war with one saying here’s what happened, we all died, and it did not matter at all and another going hush little boy, of course we won, of course your friends came back

[bauliya]

someone should remake lord of the rings as a grandfather telling a fantasy story to his grand child with flashbacks to world war one showing the dead boys and men the characters were based on. grandpa why didn’t they just fly. because they didn’t. they didn’t.

[bauliya]

i’m fine

[moonlightredfern]

I will never get over how Tolkien & Lewis took the horrors of war and spun them into fantasy.

Shivering in the trenches dreaming of cozy hobbit holes, shaking as bombs pockmark a forest and imagining each shallow mud-filled crater contains a new world—that maybe there are still as many beautiful things in the universe as there are bombs—that maybe the world is bigger than this moment and this ugliness and one day this will be a peaceful forest again full of small ponds.

I mean look at these photos of the shell craters in Sanctuary Woods, near Ypres Belgium and tell me it’s not the Wood Between The Worlds:

[heyyoufriendthere]

This new fish species is called Snuffleupagus. You can probably guess why | CBC Radio

S. snuffleupagus, a newly described species of fish, is named after the beloved Sesame Street character, Mr. Snuffleupagus, to which it bear

SNUFFLEUPAGUS REAL

[brightnessrandom]

Fantastic article!! The guys looking for it were fish researchers who saw it one time, knew instantly it was an undescribed species, and then tried for nearly 20 years to find and document it!

It's a type of ghost pipefish, related to seahorses, and it floats around coral reefs looking like a piece of algae and hunting unsuspecting prey

They are, of course, named after Snuffleupagus from Sesame Street!

Later on it the project, they got citizen science involved, and people across the Pacific started reporting sightings of snuffy fish from all over!

Hooray for science and hooray for S. snuffleupagus !

[aromantic-journal]

"everyone should get more aromantic" can appeal to tumblr's sensibilities but I genuinely think everyone should also get more asexual. I don't mean everyone stop having sex, what I mean is

Sex is not essential. You can live without it. Full stop.

Not having sex isn't shameful or a sign of failure. It also doesn't make anyone boring.

You are not entitled to having sex with anybody and nobody is entitled to having sex with you.

Sex is not what makes someone an adult.

Nobody's worth is defined by how much sex they have or don't have.

Sex is not equally important to everyone.

You can have fulfilling and happy relationships without sex.

You should only have sex on your own terms, not because you feel like you owe it to someone, or because you feel like you'd be incomplete without it.

Know your boundaries around sex and be firm about them. Know how to respect other people's boundaries.

The previous point also applies when it comes to discussing sex. If someone doesn't wanna talk about it or hear about it you have to back down.

Anything can be sexual but not everything has to be sexual.

[chaifootsteps]

Firmly convinced the world would be a better place if we started treating sex the way we'd treat any other mundane preference in life, like what kind of chips a person likes to eat with their lunch.

[questcequecestqueca]

She played bass on 10,000 songs, including the most-played track of the twentieth century. She was paid $55 per session. Her name never appeared on the albums.

Gold Star Studios, Los Angeles, 1964. A woman in a cardigan walks past the receptionist, a Fender Precision bass in her hand like a briefcase. She doesn’t sign autographs. She signs a timesheet.

Her name is Carol Kaye. In three hours, she will record what will become the most-played track of the twentieth century. She’ll pocket fifty-five dollars and head to another studio, on the other side of town, for the next session.

The record label will never put her name on the album.

Between 1957 and 1973, Carol Kaye took part in roughly 10,000 recording sessions. Not as the featured artist, not as a guest, but as a hired hand. She was part of an anonymous collective nicknamed The Wrecking Crew—elite studio musicians who actually played the instruments on your favorite records while the famous bands posed for promotional photos.

The work was relentless. Three albums before the day was over. Stale coffee in paper cups. No rehearsal. The charts arrived minutes before the tape rolled. If you couldn’t read a chart and nail the take in two tries, you didn’t get called for the next session.

Carol could do it on the first try.

She started playing guitar in grimy bars at fourteen because her family couldn’t pay the electric bill. Music wasn’t a romantic dream for her. It was survival. It was a job—factory work with better acoustics and lower pay.

But she was faster and sharper than almost everyone else. She corrected charts in pencil while the producer was still explaining what he wanted. In one session in 1968, she told a famous producer his arrangement sounded like a dying dog. She chose her own line. They kept her version.

That descending bass line that drives the Beach Boys’ “Wouldn’t It Be Nice”? Carol Kaye. The propulsive groove of “These Boots Are Made for Walkin’”? Carol Kaye. The acoustic-guitar intro to “La Bamba”? Carol Kaye. The iconic theme from Mission: Impossible? Carol Kaye.

She invented techniques on the spot, out of sheer necessity. When the bass sound was too muddy for AM radio, she stuck felt under the strings and used a hard pick instead of her fingers. The tone cut through the static like a blade. It became the sonic signature that defined 1960s pop.

Bassists spent years—decades—trying to crack the secret of the Beach Boys’ gear to get that sound. They were studying the wrong people. They should have been studying Carol.

She received no royalties. No residuals. No gold-record ceremony. No credit on the album sleeves. When “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’” hit number one, Carol was already back in a studio cutting a soap jingle.

The biggest bands mimed her bass lines on TV variety shows. New York marketing departments decided a mom in classic clothes didn’t fit the rebellious-youth image they were selling. So they simply left her name off the album credits.

For thirty years, almost no one cared. The truth only began to surface in the late 1990s, when music researchers found the same union contract numbers on thousands of hit records. The very documents meant to preserve studio musicians’ anonymity betrayed them.

Think about it. Every time you heard “Good Vibrations,” “River Deep – Mountain High,” the Righteous Brothers, Nancy Sinatra, or Sonny and Cher, you were hearing Carol Kaye. She composed the soundtrack of an entire generation’s youth.

And yet the records still say nothing. She’s now over eighty. She wrote instructional books. She trained countless bassists. She is finally starting to be recognized by music historians who uncovered the truth about The Wrecking Crew.

But she never got what she deserved: her name on those albums. Credit for the music that defined an era. Recognition that those bass lines everyone associates with the “Beach Boys” were, in fact, Carol Kaye’s.

Fifty-five dollars a session. Ten thousand sessions. The most-played track of the twentieth century.

And the world didn’t know her name.

[clevermanka]

She was admitted to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2025 but refused, fuck yeah, Carol. Her official website is incredible.

[the-succubus-lilith]

@demilypyro

[beardedmrbean]

this sounds like a party to me

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

[mockva]

Man notices an Eagle eyeing the fish he just caught

[mexicain-sans-frontiers-v2]

[the-davest-of-uncles]

*gets back to the nest* baby you are NEVER gonna believe how i got this fish

[disorientation]

Having a "stupider people have done this" attitude about the things you want to do can open so many doors

[lilyblisslys]

being topless in a tattoo shop is rlly funny, I don’t think anyone made eye contact with me all day

[lilyblisslys]

who has the autism now motherfuckers

[rimonoroni2]

my general opinion on what people should be "allowed" to portray and what topics they should be "allowed" to explore in fiction is that you can make whatever art with whatever themes you want but i'm also allowed to think the way you handled it was tasteless and should've been done differently. my negative opinion on your handling of sensitive topics is the price of admission for publicly showcasing your work. this is not a pro-censorship stance because i am not The Government

[rimonoroni2]

this is getting really popular so i’d like to add the important caveat that your criticism of a work is no more unassailable than the work itself. just as one is entitled to be critical of something someone else is entitled to disagree with that criticism. i add this because some of you pretend to give a fuck about thoughtful analysis and then when someone points out flaws in your argument you declare that all criticisms are valid. this is untrue. the status of a hater is no more sacred than that of a liker. get off your high horse and engage in the thoughtful discussion you pretend to believe in or perish by my blade

[no-sharks-on-the-sun]

[no-sharks-on-the-sun]

they killed him for this

[positivity-in-recovery]

[arinashitabun]

Art by Hector aka shitty watercolor

[skylowalker]

[moki-dokie]

😭😭😭😭

[johannestevans]

Master at arms who sets men punishments of climbing to the masthead and back - says wryly that it's too much work for a man like him to beat his sailors and tire out his arms wielding the crop

A sailor punished one day for insubordination made to lap the rigging who falls and cracks his head on the deck, dies not long after

Men at all times, then, becoming spooked when climbing the rigging, feeling the rungs under their feet shift as though another man was standing on the next ladder of rope beside them, feeling the weight and shift of someone ahead of them even though they're the only man climbing

And soon enough, it isn't only the rigging. Men pulling the lines taut or going to loosen them will suddenly cry out and dodge away - they feel the ghost of another sailor's hands helping them; they feel a second set of arms hauling even though they're alone

The dead sailor's hammock will suddenly shift at times, and even when they put it aside and bring out another, some hammocks will suddenly shift with a weight inside them, or one hammock will unfurl itself after mess with no man's hands on it

The captain's curtains will sometimes untie themselves and fall loose; in the officer's cabins, the same will happen to the drapes, or even to the gold edging on their epaulettes

When the master at arms is below, some goods - barrels or crates - will abruptly come loose of their tethers or netting; above deck one day a lowering rig of cargo snaps loose and damn near kills him

Every sailor sees him sweating every day now, looking like a man he's made to climb the rigging until he was sick and dizzy - pale and green, shirt damp, hair slick and sticking to his head under his hat

He scarcely sleeps

Shouts out one night and runs from his cabin, runs the length of the ship and then below, ducking into the mess, into the captain's galley, down amongst the fucking ballast, even, but every room he ducks into, every time he stops to take a breath, a noose is hanging over his head

The dead man's ghost has seeped into every corded thread of the stuff aboard - after the surgeon has put man to a drugged sleep, gibbering and sobbing, one sailor says with vague sympathy as the officers retire to discuss the matter, "How can you be a sailor, and yet avoid rope?"

"How," mutters one man - a good friend of the dead man, and no friend of the master's - "should you be a murderer, and yet escape the noose?"

[insanitysilver]

Begging ppl who say 1st/2nd-person POV is cringe to read something other than (poorly written) fanfic. That's like saying "the color blue is cringe"

[insanitysilver]

1st Person – More intimate than 3rd. Seamless blending of a character’s outside and interior world. Since everything filters through a POV character, it’s a great opportunity for flavor and a distinct voice.

"The Eyes Have It" – Philip K. Dick – 1,081 words

"The Water That Falls on You from Nowhere" – John Chu – 6,598 words

"The Tell-Tale Heart"  - Edgar Allan Poe  - 2,155 words

"The Faery Handbag" – Kelly Link – 8,080 words

2nd Person – The Most intimate POV. Great for building empathy and/or playing with the reader’s agency (excellent for horror or blurring lines of reality)

“Down to a Sunless Sea” – Neil Gaiman – 1,125 words

“Girl” – Jamaica Kinkaid – 686 words*

“Reality Check” – David Brin – 1,239 words

“The Night” – Ray Bradbury – 2,854 words**

*This one does a fun trick with POV. See if you can catch it.

**link also contains another short story ‘Homecoming’

Feel free to add more.

[romancedeldiablo]

For 2nd person I think everyone should read The Man Who Sailed His House by Michael Paternity as an exercise in empathy

and for great 1st person non traditionally published fiction (because a part of me always feels obliged to defend "low brow" avenues like r/nosleep):

What I Cannot Know by D. Williams

[hiemalice]

Don’t forget classics like Frankenstein and Dracula, how did we come to the fact third person is the only “acceptable” way of writing when many stories were written in first person all the time?

[probuccalfat]

these women did wonders for the “i’m single and i like it that way” community… i’m having a sexy ass life!

[productofaritual]

Love character relationships that can only be described as "whatever the fuck these two have going on"

[gayspock-deactivated20250217]

matrix trans allegory should have been more evident when these bitches walked out called neo, morpheus, trinity, mouse, cypher, switch, etc... like i dont know them cunts on this website personally.