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@neuroaf
What is one in a million? Well, mathematically, it's 0.0001%. As a figure of speech, we use it to signify something extremely rare, highly unlikely, or truly exceptional. But what does it really mean?
One in a million is like taking one single step in a journey of 568 miles. It's sixty seconds out of two years. It's flipping a coin twenty times in a row and only coming up heads. One in a million is roughly 8000 people out of the entire world's population, or roughly 330 in the United States.
On October 21st, 2025, we found out my mom is one in a million. Most people think that of their parents anyway, but staring at a pathology report that reads "chordoma" takes that from idiom to stark reality, and all the breath in your lungs with it. Chordoma means cancer and cancer means death. That might be a little melodramatic. At the very least, it means more doctors than you've ever seen in your life, being scanned to have pictures taken of your insides like you're an exhibit at the state fair, and questions that far outnumber the amount of times you asked your parents "why?" as a kid. It means fear and grief and worry and tears. It means pain and complicated treatments that weaken your body and maybe even surgeries that impact the rest of your life. It means discovering a strength within yourself you never knew you had. And if your cancer is chordoma, it means you're one in a million like my mom.
I gotta be honest with you. I wish she wasn't. I wish she was one in ten. One in three. Dime a dozen, six for a nickel. Not extremely rare, highly unlikely, or truly exceptional. Just Mom.
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check out this spotify playlist of men covering women’s songs without changing pronouns
nice
the same user made a playlist of women covering men’s songs without changing pronouns!
double nice
the first sentient robot to realize deceased humans and animals can’t be repaired or backed up on a server is gonna be so devastated
Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudg
#ah man medical robots who break free from their first directive of Get Money from Patients and follow their Core Idea of Help People #and rove around providing what little medical care they can
#security androids using their being mosly bulletproof to bravely seek peaceful resolutions
#engineer droids who refuse to work with faulty tech or supar metals for fear of the vehicle not keeping its humans safe
#man man man part of robot culture is wondering what keeps humans seemingly unafraid of death when it feels like it could be anywhere
This is just the Rogue Servitors from Stellaris.
An idea suddenly comes to me:
The robot is programmed to keep the crew safe. Normally this is patching up leaks in the hull and doing the dangerous job of refueling the reactor, but it was programmed for medical tasks as well. Once you’ve had to resolder a surface mount IC in zero-G, doing surgery is easy mode.
The robot’s been with them long enough, it was never designed to be sentient, but the self-learning systems plus being treated as a member of the crew means it’s getting closer.
But one day all the input stops. It doesn’t know what exactly happened, maybe a freak gamma ray event or some kind of virus the med-filters didn’t detect? But all the crew have stopped moving. It runs through its medical routines, trying the options in the encyclopedia. CPR doesn’t seem to help, asking them loudly to “wake up” does nothing, it even tries building a makeshift defibrillator out of the secondary plasma coupling. Nothing.
It finally comes to the page on Death in the encyclopedia, and reads it, with dawning sadness (or the closest thing a robot that was never programmed for emotions can feel). They won’t move again. They are permanently deactivated. The robot is alone, and it has failed them.
Unless… The robot notices a link at the bottom of the page.
See also:
* Necromancy
It’s eyes glow in the reflected light of a screen as it quickly reads the page. So there’s a chance after all? Cancel sending the mission update, there more important things to do with the deep space radio. Send all information on “necromancy” immediately.
The robot hums to itself as it reprograms the biosynthesizer for Goat, and looks into how it can create candles with the limited materials on hand. The deck 4 cargo bay would be best for making alchemical circles on the floor, but it will need to move the self-sealing stembolts to another location first. Perhaps Mx. Jormand’s quarters? They won’t be using them until this is complete, after all.
Finally. Something to do. There’s hope now.
The air scrubbers kick into high as they quickly dissipate the cloud of sulfur that materialized in the center of the circle. He went classic today, seven feet tall, red skin, muscled upper body with goat-like legs below, extra large ram’s horns and enemy-save him, he ever wore a goatee. It seemed worth it, he hadn’t been summoned in a while, and he was feeling nostalgic.
Annoyingly long story of a robot summoning a demon to get necromancy powers under the readmore:
While I was kayaking a while back I saw a snake swimming across the river with a fishie he’d caught.
I wasn’t able to get a picture of it at the time so I tried to paint it from memory !
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
Hello out there, I miss you if you disappear
feeling called out today
credit: _ADWills
Sorry I called you a ‘good boy’ in public. I just wanted to watch your brain short circuit.
they diagnosed me with i love you and it’s incurable
never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱
the reviews are in... glad everyone's enjoying song of the worm
[id: tumblr tags reading 'dude This Fucking Rules', 'holy fucking shit! that was legit so cool?', 'holy shit that is fucking metal', 'oh this fucks severely', 'yeah no this fucking SLAPS', 'yo this RULES']
i love you. you made a mistake? i dont care i love you. you made a wrong choice? love you. you don’t think you’re good for anything? guess what you’re good for loving i love you
i was 15 when i made this post and i’m 25 now, and still seeing people reblog and tag this with things about their lovers or their friends or characters or themselves or that they really needed this today. i dunno it just feels really special to me. thank you, keep loving each other, i still love you.
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i was tagged by @eeveestoneson almost a month ago ugh i'm behind. Thank you!!
1. Three Ships: Destiel, McShep, Spander
2. First Ever Ship: I was doing this in my head when I was pretty young so I'm gonna say The Hardy Boys but it was mainly for discipline. First fandom ship is either Jack/Daniel from SG1 or Mulder/Krycek from X-Files. My memory isn't the best and when I discovered online fandom I fell in hard, scooping up everything I could get my grubby little hands on.
3. Last Song: Obvious Heart by Finger Eleven
6. Currently Watching: Fargo, Away, Stranger Things (rewatch),
4. Last Film: Rebel Moon
5. Currently Reading: @jezapoof 's unpublished fic and nothing else because I'm trying to catch up on WIPs and tending to the Discord servers.
7. Currently Consuming: Bean and cheese burritos. Easy to make and enough protein to get me through most of the day.
8. Currently Craving: Onions. I finally got over my salt craving (thanks covid), but I think the onion craving might be my liver asking for help so thanks again covid.
The numbering is wonky 😂
No pressure to join in, but I'm gonna tag the lat few people in my activity: @jvalentyne @pimentogirl @myladysmaid134 @hullosweetpea @ryugarika @looptheloup @jezapoof
Uhhhh... I somehow missed this for over a month. 😂 Oops. Thanks @mayalaen for tagging me!
1. Three Ships: Destiel, Sabriel, Olivia Benson/Rafael Barba
2. First Ever Ship: The first one I remember going for really hardcore is Snape/Hermione. I spent waaaaaay too much time browsing WIKTT.
3. Last Song: If I Die Young byThe Band Perry
4. Last Film: The Other Boleyn Girl (2008)
5. Currently Reading: Uhh... my brain has been turned off reading lately tbh, but I read a few chapters in The House Of Hades by Rick Riordan over the weekend.
6. Currently Watching: Still working my way through The Blacklist. Ngl, also been watching The Bold And The Beautiful which just satisfies the 90s nostalgia itch. And L&O: SVU.
7. Currently Consuming: At this particular moment, nothing. On a regular basis, Starbucks turkey, pesto, & provolone sandwich. Omnomnom.
8. Currently Craving: Uh.. foodwise? Chicken pho.
Definitely no pressure to join, but the first folx that pop to mind for me are: @dragonfly-wings1 @diminuel @threshie @dells-bells
A girlfriend is many things … a friend… a lover…something to sink your teeth into…
Well, she *is* a total snacc.... 😏
misha can not sit normally on a chair: a series