Facetious is my first language.

Megs or LKS. Born in 90, raised in the Southern US. Unapologetically a lover of giant robots, Jedi knights, bishoujo senshi, Avengers, Ms. Darcy Lewis, Justice League members, and various other things. Fan fic writer with a particular soft spot for AUs. Please, feel free to ask me anything.

[tsarina-anadyomene]

it really is quite bad for your military to have an image of itself as a warrior class. what you really want is for your soldiers to think of themselves as boring professionals who will fill out a report form if someone gets a little too warrior ethos out there

[gsot]

[drmajalis]

[theunfairfolk]

my little cousin confidently declared that mother nature had a counterpart named daddy electric and i feel like this concept needs to be explored

[chassdraws]

Daddy Electric and Mother Nature sounds like a cute 70s act

[ginkodraws]

the idea of a TF dating sim took over my brain and i blacked out

[kkoribyeol]

The Rocky Beginnings of an Alliance

[b-side-takes]

not to be like that but misgendering is still misgendering even if you think you know someone’s gender better than they do. because that’s the basis of literally all misgendering you don’t get a special pass because you’re Transing Them

[ladyknightskye]

No no, we do kinda need to be Like That because it doesn’t do anyone any good for us to copy-paste problematic behavior and pretend we’re not just because it’s “Woke™️”. Because misgendering is the tip of the iceberg of bullshit behavior I’ve seen people not deconstruct. I forget who said it, but they were absolutely right that the only reason some of yall are leftists/progressives is because your parents watched MSNBC instead of FOX.

If you 🫵 cannot recognize and respect another person’s humanity despite your personal opinions about them, you are not materially any different than the people you dislike.

[mechpreg-showdown]

Round 1; Group 1; Poll 1

Who's Getting Pregnant?

Ratchet (Transformers)

Optimus Prime (Transformers)

Voting ended onJul 24

Propaganda:

Ratchet:

having a medic as your carrier means you are most definitely going to grow up very healthy. ratchet is grumpy in a good portion of continuities, but he is always kind and compassionate at the end of the day and will make sure his kid is taken care of. he'd be a pretty no-nonsense and strict creator, but his hardassness would come from a place of love and a desire to not see another loved one die from something he could've done something about. [x]

[x]

[x]

"he reminds me of my dad, a great surgeon who is otherwise pretty grumpy and frowny until he sees a baby and he gets all sappy. the type who’ll offer to hold and walk with the babies at family reunions idk why he likes them sm but it’s always nice to see" [x]

Optimus Prime:

he's literally dad-coded. he treats so many of his autobots as if they were his family and does his best to cultivate that kind of supportive environment. he'd make such a wonderful creator and he would make sure he raises them to be kind, compassionate, and respectful of their surroundings. optimus is known for laying down his life for any cause he sees as just, but having a kid of his own may be the one thing that'll make him stop and think before he sacrifices himself needlessly. ratchet will finally be able to relax a little without worrying about prime! [x]

He's already Bumblebee's father, what's one more child from the matrix? [x]

One of the mech from the whole "Transformers" franchise that deserves to become parent, we all know almost everybody wants to breed him. C'mon people make Optimus pregnant and happy. [x]

Optimus Prime would be such a good mother [x]

He’s so dad coded in like every continuity, he would love carrying and raising a sparkling [x]

besides him essentially being a dad like everyone said with all of the tf kids and bots (him willing to end megatron when he shot at raf, letting the kids ride his shoulders, playing basketball with spike and his relationship with him in the skybound universe, him and sparkplug bonding, them doing dad jokes, him and Cade bonding over looking after their loved ones) also looks at his hips resceptfully in tfp and bayverse, someone also mentioned how he’s wearing a bikini in aoe and tlk and im like 👍 I legit didn’t realize it until it was mentioned and I can’t stop thinking about it [x]

[mechpreg-showdown]

Ratchet will be moving on to Round 2! Optimus was submitted 3 times, a stat I have interpreted to mean he would have had triplets.

-Mod Chip

***

-Mod Spike

[ladyknightskye]

And it’s official! Optimus is the father!

[trupik00]

two large cars and one small plane

[bloodgulchblog]

is this what we wanted, gamers?

[ladyknightskye]

My deepest apologies, but I whole ass cackled at the keyboard example.

[porterr-robinson]

[sandersstudies]

This is so

Unnecessary

[myrrhguy-deactivated20250626]

how do you explain to someone that this is your sense of humour

[celtic-pyro-deactivated20230725]

“What could the audio possibly be?”

*unmutes*

“Oh,”

[moonblossom]

If I ever don’t laugh at this, assume I died.

[herowyn]

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[closetocanada]

Happy Moon Landing Day! ❤️👩‍🚀🌛

[preserving-tiktok]

[morhath]

I hate when king arthur has all these fussy little steps in the instructions and you're like "no way do these fussy little steps matter" but you try it and they do. they matter so much.

[bookaddict7342]

I thought you meant Camelot quests and I was like "that's fair, 'never pick a four leaf clover on the last Wednesday of the month' IS a fussy little step that shouldn't matter" but then I was like "wait isn't that also a flour company"

[morhath]

nooo I am not a beleaguered knight of the round table I am making elaborate focaccia 😭

[copperbadge]

"I hate when King Arthur has all these fussy little steps" -- Camelot cleaning staff, probably

[bisexualbaker]

Happy Moon Landing Eve! Remember to leave out milk and cookies for Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong, and don’t let Michael Collins convince you to prank NASA!

[bisexualbaker]

If Tumblr is still here next July 19th, I fully expect this post to obliterate my activity feed.

[quinloki]

It was a Tuesday in 1981 when the San Francisco police kicked in the door.

Inside the small apartment, they expected to find a hardened criminal. They expected a drug kingpin. They expected resistance.

Instead, they found a 57-year-old waitress in an apron.

The air in the apartment smelled sweet, thick with chocolate and something earthier. On the kitchen counter, cooling on wire racks, were 54 dozen brownies.

The police officers began bagging the evidence. They confiscated nearly 18 pounds of marijuana. They handcuffed the woman, whose name was Mary Jane Rathbun.

She didn't look scared. She didn't look guilty.

She looked at the officers, smoothed her apron, and reportedly said, "I thought you guys were coming."

She was booked into the county jail. The headlines wrote themselves. A grandmother running a pot bakery. It seemed like a joke to the legal system, a quirky local news story about an older woman behaving badly.

But Mary wasn't baking for fun. And she certainly wasn't baking for profit.

To understand why Mary risked her freedom, you have to understand the silence of the early 1980s.

San Francisco was gripping the edge of a cliff. A mysterious illness was sweeping through the city, specifically targeting young men. Later, the world would know it as AIDS. But in those early days, it was just a death sentence that no one wanted to talk about.

Families were disowning their sons. Landlords were evicting tenants. Even doctors and nurses, paralyzed by the fear of the unknown, would sometimes leave food trays outside hospital doors, afraid to breathe the same air as their patients.

Men in their twenties were wasting away in sterile rooms, dying alone.

Mary knew what it felt like to lose a child.

Years earlier, in 1974, her daughter Peggy had been killed in a car accident. Peggy was only 22. The loss had hollowed Mary out, leaving a space in her heart that nothing seemed to fill.

When the judge sentenced Mary for that first arrest, he ordered her to perform 500 hours of community service. He likely thought the manual labor would teach her a lesson.

He sent her to the Shanti Project and San Francisco General Hospital.

It was a mistake that would change American history.

Mary walked into the AIDS wards when others were walking out. She didn't wear a hazmat suit. She didn't hold her breath. She saw rows of young men who looked like ghosts—skeletal, in pain, and terrified.

She saw "her kids."

She began mopping floors and changing sheets. But soon, she noticed something the doctors were missing. The harsh medications the men were taking caused violent nausea. They couldn't eat. They were starving to death as much as they were dying of the virus.

Mary knew a secret about the brownies she had been arrested for.

She knew they settled the stomach. She knew they brought back the appetite. She knew they could help a dying man sleep for a few hours without pain.

So, she made a choice.

She went back to her kitchen. She fired up the oven. She started mixing batter, not to sell, but to save.

Every morning, Mary would bake. She lived on a fixed income, surviving on Social Security checks that barely covered her rent. Yet, she spent nearly every dime on flour, sugar, and butter.

The most expensive ingredient—the cannabis—was donated. Local growers heard what she was doing. They began dropping off pounds of product at her door, free of charge.

She packed the brownies into a basket and took the bus to the hospital.

She walked room to room. She sat by the bedsides of men who hadn't seen their own mothers in years. She held their hands. She told them jokes. And she gave them brownies.

"Here, baby," she would say. "Eat this. It'll help."

And it did.

Nurses watched in amazement as patients who hadn't eaten in days began to ask for food. The constant retching stopped. The mood on the ward shifted from despair to a quiet sort of comfort.

Mary Jane Rathbun became "Brownie Mary."

For over a decade, this was her life. She baked roughly 600 brownies a day. She went through 50 pounds of flour a week. She became the mother to a generation of lost boys.

She washed their pajamas. She attended their funerals. She held them while they took their last breaths.

She did this while the government declared a "War on Drugs."

By the early 1990s, the political climate was hostile. Politicians were competing to see who could be "tougher" on crime. Mandatory minimum sentences were locking people away for decades.

In 1992, at the age of 70, Mary was arrested again.

This time, the stakes were lethal. She was charged with felonies. The district attorney looked at her rap sheet and saw a repeat offender. He threatened to send her to prison.

One prosecutor famously whispered to a colleague that he was going to "kick this old lady's ass."

They underestimated who they were dealing with.

They thought they were prosecuting a drug dealer. In reality, they were attacking the most beloved woman in San Francisco.

When the news broke that Brownie Mary was facing prison, the city erupted.

It wasn't just the activists who were angry. It was the doctors. It was the nurses. It was the parents who had watched Mary care for their dying sons when the government did nothing.

Mary turned her trial into a pulpit.

She arrived at court not as a defendant, but as a grandmother standing her ground. The media swarmed her. Reporters asked if she was afraid of prison. They asked if she would stop baking if they let her go.

Mary looked into the cameras, her voice gravelly and firm.

"If the narcs think I'm gonna stop baking brownies for my kids with AIDS," she said, "they can go fuck themselves in Macy's window."

The quote ran in newspapers across the country.

The court didn't stand a chance.

Testimony poured in. Doctors from San Francisco General Hospital wrote letters explaining that Mary’s brownies were medically necessary. Patients testified that she was an angel of mercy.

The charges were dropped.

Mary walked out of the courthouse a free woman. But she didn't go home to rest. She realized that her personal victory wasn't enough. As long as the law was broken, her "kids" were still in danger.

She needed to change the law.

August 25 was declared "Brownie Mary Day" by the San Francisco Board of Supervisors. It was a nice gesture, but Mary wanted policy, not plaques.

She teamed up with fellow activist Dennis Peron. Together, they opened the San Francisco Cannabis Buyers Club—the first public dispensary in the United States. It was a safe haven where patients could get their medicine without fear of arrest.

But Mary wanted more. She wanted the state of California to acknowledge the truth.

She campaigned for Proposition 215. She traveled the state, despite her failing health. She spoke in her simple, direct way. She didn't talk about liberties or economics. She talked about compassion. She talked about pain.

She forced voters to look at the issue through the eyes of a grandmother.

In 1996, Proposition 215 passed. California became the first state to legalize medical marijuana.

It was a domino effect. Because one woman refused to let her "kids" suffer, the public perception of cannabis shifted. The Economist later noted that Mary was single-handedly responsible for changing the national conversation.

She never got rich.

She had always joked that if legalization ever happened, she would sell her recipe to Betty Crocker and buy a Victorian house for her patients to live in.

She never sold the recipe. She never bought the house.

Mary Jane Rathbun died in 1999, at the age of 77. She passed away in a nursing home, poor in money but rich in legacy.

Today, over 30 states have legalized medical marijuana. Millions of people use it to manage pain, seizures, and nausea.

Most of them have never heard of Mary.

They don't know that their legal prescription exists because a waitress in San Francisco decided that the law was wrong and her heart was right.

They don't know about the 600 brownies a day.

They don't know about the thousands of hospital visits.

Mary didn't set out to be a hero. She told the Chicago Tribune years before she died, "I didn't go into this thinking I would be a hero."

She was just a mother who had lost her daughter, trying to help boys who had lost their way.

She proved that authority doesn't always equal morality.

She proved that sometimes, the most patriotic thing a citizen can do is break a bad law.

Every August, a few people in San Francisco still celebrate Brownie Mary Day. But her true memorial isn't a date on a calendar.

It is found in every oncology ward where a patient finds relief. It is found in every dispensary door that opens without fear.

It is found in the simple, quiet courage of anyone who sees suffering and refuses to look away.

Mary taught us that you don't need a law degree to change the world. You don't need millions of dollars. You don't need political office.

Sometimes, all you need is a mixing bowl, an oven, and enough love to tell the world to get out of your way.

Sources: New York Times Obituary (1999), "Brownie Mary" Rathbun. San Francisco Chronicle Archives (1992, 1996). History.com, "The History of Medical Marijuana." Weird Everything, FB december 12, 2025

[capricorn-0mnikorn]

Tags quoted from Previous:

#i didnt reblog the first time #because i wanted to verify this #and now that i have? hell yeah brownie grandma

Can you please share how you verified, and give alternate sources, so we can maybe quiet the accusations of "A.I. slop" in the comments?

[redsixwing]

I'd be only too happy to do that. I was suspicious to start, too. It seemed a bit on the nose to have the weed brownie grandma named "Mary Jane," but also, that's a very common combination in a certain place and time, so I thought it was worth the extra effort.

What I did was find sources that made the claim (in this case, that a woman named Mary Jane was a medicinal marijuana activist in California, USA in the 1980s and 90s.) I checked the dates to get some certainty those sources aren't AI slop, then checked that the sources are generally reliable.

Then I followed useful details about the place and time, and other people involved, to explore it more fully.

The first thing I did was search for "Brownie Mary" and see if that turned anything up at all. It turned up a LOT of results. Predictably, some of them were recipes, but not all of them.

Next up, I checked sources and dates. Wikipedia can be dodgy for academic use, but their policy on LLM-generated input is very clear: they don't want slop. I started by reading that page and then went on to read others.

The Atlas Obscura article is from 2018. I found another one from SFWeekly from 2017.

Both of those are decent sources - Atlas Obscura gets a High factual reporting rate from MediaBiasFactCheck, and while MBFC doesn't have a rating for SFWeekly, the verbiage in that article is very close to what GastroObscura has. (Also to what the post itself has, right down to the choice of pull quote.)

Now, we can stop there and feel pretty confident that articles published before the wide availability of LLMs are not, in fact, LLM generated.

...or we can go deeper, and run this all the way back to source.

I spotted references to a Chicago Tribune imterview of Mary Jane Rathbun, published in 1993.

My search string of "Chicago Tribune 1993 Mary Jane Rathbun" hit it in the top 3 results. That article includes some fun new details: she wore a cannabis leaf shaped pendant to her trial!

She also objected to being portrayed as a cuddly grandma up against The Man, so I must retract my flippant tags, above.

The evidence now strongly points to Brownie Mary being a real woman who really went to court for giving AIDS patients weed brownies. But can we get closer? I've now seen several mentions of a 1980 attempt at convicting her too.

The articles have mentioned Sonoma County and a nonprofit called the Shanti Project, so let's hook onto that and see what we get.

Searching for "Mary Jane Rathbun Sonoma County 1980" gets me an article from a law firm; that mentions the prosecuting attorney by name, and points to a book: Lust for Justice: The Radical Life & Law of J. Tony Serra, by Paulette Frankl. It even has an excerpt!

We can run the book down too, just for fun (now we have a primary source.) My favorite used book site has a copy for $1. Amazon gives a view of the back cover, too:

...wow. I should see if my library has that!

The excerpt on the site has a mention of a candelight vigil held for her death in 1999. It took some hunting past things I'd already read and a bunch of shops giving written tributes, but I found a news report about that, too.

There's a lot of information out there, and it's worth digging into. Otherwise it's altogether too easy to think something real and worth knowing is just another bit of slop.

[guerrillatech]

[stickia404]

This shall not live in the tags

[arbis-official]

@tatsu-rose oh my god i just imagined a tesla trying to retrace our death drive in costa rica

the good news is we probably wouldn't have gotten the chance to hurdle off a muddy cliff because it would have short circuited by the second river crossing

[ladyknightskye]

And that’s a nice dirt road! It looks mostly flat and not carved very deeply into the ground! Plus it looks like someone maintains it because it’s got gravel! He probably wouldn’t hit any gullies, but if he did, he’d be able to drive around them easy! Or if he met another car neither one of em would have to do the Careful Passing Creep!

But seriously, this guy’s obviously an urbanite. Not to throw shade at people who live mostly in city/urban/suburban areas, but to see an apparently well-maintained dirt road and think he’s off-roading just because there’s no pavement or road signs screams “city boy.” I regularly drove down roads like that in my 1993 Ford Escort. For any one who doesn’t live out in the country, if there’s been enough traffic to carve out tire paths in grass, it’s a trail at the very least, so your mileage may vary on whether to call it off-roading. If there’s gravel - even if there’s grass growing in the middle of the tire paths - it’s maintained by someone, and thus a road.

Now, what I am gonna throw shade over is this guy crowing about doin this in a Cybercuck. Go find you a good red-clay muddin’ trail to go down and then we can talk about how awesome your daily driver is sweetie. Good luck getting all the muck out from under all the shitty panel gaps.

[nagunkgunk]

kitttyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

i taped foil behind the eyes lol cuz it was really hard to see any red on the eyes

my favorite part is the butt wings!!! Good shapes!!!! but i just really like the entire loadout on this cat. it has guns, and more guns, an ammo belt and a cute backpack of explosives :3

[queerpyracy]

"wahh i only like enemies to lovers if it's gay bc i don't want men to be mean to women" what about a woman doing heinous shit to a man and that man (who also sucks) being pathetically psychosexually obsessed with her. you people have no fucking vision. if you were willing to read & write women doing actual wrongs this wouldn't be a problem. let that female character commit atrocities with the sole goal of ruining one guy's life while they have weird sexual tension about it