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does this mean finn’s backpack is red to him, and BMO is red too? Is the treehouse red to him??
Fin is Red Green color blind, most people who are red green color blind are white males.
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I was wondering why all the comparison pictures were the same, then I remembered I’m colourblind…
Wait, there supposed to be different???
Hey quick question do you see any numbers in this circle?
I’m scared, should I?
Should say 74 my guy
call me ignorant but i genuinely don’t understand why sports have to be split up by gender.
@ everyone in the notes talking about physical performance: if that were the case, then sports would be divided by physical performance. that’s a thing you can measure. that’s a thing that varies by individual. a weak man and a strong man would be an unfair fight in boxing/wrestling/MMA, which is why they divide those sports up into weight groups based on physical performance. but they also further segregate them based on gender. chess is segregated by gender for no reason but sexism. if it’s actually about skill and physical ability, then measure those and separate people by those metrics. don’t do some bullshit gender segregation and pretend like men and women are inherently on different levels no matter their individual abilities.
Remember that time a teenage girl struck out Babe Ruth? That’s fucking why. Men are afraid of being beaten by women.
Remember that time male swimmers were pulled out of training because Kate Ledecky was leaving them ‘broken’ by swimming better than them? Remember how she didn’t even notice, because she was busy actually training?
Shooting is a sport that has no reliance on strength and so any allowance for gender variation is irrelevant. The last time there was a mixed competition (1992) a chinese woman named Zhang Shan won it.
It’s often presented as for the benefit of women. After all, they’ll be heartbroken when they‘re hurt or bested by men.
Projection is a hell of a drug.
this is why they drug test Serena like crazy. the believe no woman should be that good. let alone a black woman. and black women have always been considered “manly” and less feminine.
also can we talk about how surfing is segregated as well? like how the dude who won this years international surfing cup or whatever was given $30,000 worth of prize money, while the woman who won the women’s comp was only awarded like $16,000 of prize money???? or whatever it was. but I know it was either half or less than half of what the man won. like why can’t they get the same prize money and when they’re competing internationally in the same competition? they surely have the same level of skill and talent.
the pay gap in sports between men and women is fucking insane.
The pay gaps, not to mention lack of sponsorships for women athletes who don’t look like models is insane. If you weigh over 250 pounds, no one will sponsor you. It’s why most female Olympic-class weightlifters live in poverty/out of their cars.
Reminder that in international (and usually national too) womens athletics anybody with 5m/mol of natural testosterone or higher is disqualified. (See legal case of Dutee Chand vs IAAF.)
Do you or somebody you know have PCOS? You are banned from international womens athletics because you are supposedly in posession of an unreasonable advantage in sports.
Folks disqualified for hyper-androgenism in womens athletics.
Francine Niyonsaba
Caster Semenya
Dutee Chand
Margaret Wambui
And more
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Why are those disqualified overwhelmingly black and brown? Because testing is case by case when an athletes performance “raises suspicions”. They overwhelmingly test athletes of colour, for being too fast and not meeting white expectations of femininity.
Racism and intersexism(discrimination against intersex people) in sports is abject evil. Desegregate sports.
I never want to hear that sending a $2,000 relief check to every American is unrealistic
Most rich people earned their wealth. Who are you to say that they should give their money to people who didn’t earn it.
Your milage may vary.
The Ancient Egyptian Waifublaster
Absolute true!
actually @ every fanfiction writer whether you wrote something that got thousands of reblogs and comments and became a staple in your fandom, or you wrote one fic and deleted it, or you write mutilchaptered fics that never get a final update, or write short fics, or long fics, or used to write and now you don’t, or you deleted/orphaned your works, or you only share with friends:
thank you.
sharing your writing is hard. and sometimes it’s thankless. sometimes it’s such a negative experience that I wonder how anyone does it at all. but you are needed; you are wanted. whether or not we properly acknowledge it, you are a vital part of fandom culture. thanks for sharing.
Since they burned the scripture, it became impossible to know whether the prophecy was true, or just a rumour. The priest, who taught me English, told me that even if the scriptures existed, I wouldn’t be able to read them, because lay people were not taught to read the language of the divine. This was unlike the Bible, he told me, which anyone can—and should—read.
But the prophecy was a lot more appealing than any story about a pillar of salt or a massacre by jawbone. The prophecy instead, spoke of ten savage rains, one for each finger on our two hands. We would know when the rains come.
How? I asked myself, through the priest’s voice.
You will, I told myself, through my mother’s voice.
There were so many versions of what the rains would have, that I began to think it’s a game you’re supposed to play. Would you prefer fire or cleavers? Sharp rocks or stilettos?
The kids were the most imaginative. They imagined guns discharging in the air, splitting skulls into shredded red cheese. There was more, but I didn’t stay to listen, if only because it made me a little sick.
When I told my sister this, she scoffed.
“They deserve all that and more,” she said. “That’s just what they’re worth, your teacher priest included.”
“That doesn’t sound right,” I said. “It doesn’t sound fair.”
“What they did wasn’t fair. No reason we should be fair in return. There’s no fairness.”
That night, a commotion in the streets kept us from sleeping. I watched my parents’ empty mattresses. No one slept there, but we prepared them all the same. It felt comforting to do that.
We were certain the door would be knocked down, but it stayed on its hinges.
The next day, I found pamphlets scattered across the street and square. The police warned people not to pick them up or even read them, or they would be detained. Off the square, near the street named after an invader, they scuffled with some a young woman. Just as they drew out their batons, I snatched a couple of pamphlets and stuffed them in my pocket.
It said that the rains will start this weekend.
“Good,” my sister said, and she put down the wrinkled paper with great care. I don’t think she’d ever treated the scriptures with that much respect.
“Is something going to happen?” I asked.
“They’ll get what’s coming to them,” my sister said, but she wouldn’t smile, not even in vengeance. Instead, she went to the kitchen and told me—firmly—that we were out of eggs.
That weekend, I stayed home, and so did my sister. She was restless, and she kept clasping her feet and rocking back and forth.
“Are you anxious about the rains?” I asked.
“They’re the ones who should be anxious,” she said. “I’m just excited.”
I don’t remember when I fell asleep, but I do remember waking up with a throbbing headache. My sister was sleeping on my father’s mattress.
I slid the bolt off of the door and pulled on the handle, and I waited. I took a deep breath and I stepped out, into a day just like yesterday.
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I just wanna be overstimulated and told to take it🥺
Two cowboys are lost in the desert. One of them sees a tree in the distance that’s draped in bacon. “It’s a bacon tree! We’re saved!” he says. He runs to the tree and is shot up with bullets.
It wasn’t a bacon tree, it was a ham bush.
I let out a single loud ha
oh my god
They killed him
he is no longer here, he is sitting on the comfort couch
A wife sent a message to her husband..
A wife sent a message to her husband: “Don’t forget to buy vegetables on your way back from the office, and Priscilla says hi to you.”
Husband: Who is Priscilla?
Wife: Nobody, I was just making sure you read my message.
Husband: But I’m with Priscilla right now, so which Priscilla are you talking about?
Wife: Where are you??
Husband: Near the vegetable market.
Wife: Wait I’m coming there right now…
After 10 minutes she texts her husband, “Where are you?”
Husband: I’m at the office. Now that you are at the market, buy whatever vegetables you need.
Lore Fragment #23
In 1908, it was estimated that nearly 12.4% of the total population of the United States had been indoctrinated, through subliminal messages and bathomarkion ceremonies, into the Church of Baga the Ex of Hul. Hul didn’t take it well. He lost his temper. Hence, the Tunguska Event.
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“No,” said the witch, “love potions are unethical. Magic can’t make someone love you. Or even love you again.” The young person gave her a resigned nod and turned to leave. “But,” the witch said, “for cases like yours, I can do an acceptance potion.” “For my parents?” “Yes.”
— Micro SF/F stories (@MicroSFF) August 12, 2019
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Going to the beach with a fox girl!
