"Luminous beings are we..."

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[not-this-crude-matter]

Trying to figure out which variety of my varied opinions about the B-wing will bring me the most happiness

[not-this-crude-matter]

[archivedeathdrive]

Harriet Selina, What Bliss Remains, 2024

[bclass]

[vaspider]

HEY! Do you have TOO MUCH ZUCCHINI?

Of course you do, if you planted any.

You should TURN THEM INTO PICKLES.

This recipe is adapted from here, and by adapted I mean "I am giving you more instructions, DO NOT change canning recipes except to change the spices."

16 cups fresh zucchini, THINLY sliced

4 cups onions, thinly sliced

1/2 cup canning or pickling salt

4 cups apple cider vinegar (5%)

2 cups sugar

4 tbsp mustard seed

2 tbsp celery seed

2 tsp ground turmeric

Note: you can adjust this recipe proportionally and not affect anything. Got 8 cups? Cut it in half.

First up: SLICE YOUR VEGETABLES VERY THINLY. Use a mandoline. You will thank me. These are best used in small amounts, and a huge bite of a thick slice of pickled zucchini isn't very good.

If you aren't good at canning, you can make a small batch and it will keep in the fridge for a couple of weeks, but honestly, you can absolutely can things if you can carefully follow instructions! Don't be scared! Just follow the steps and don't cut corners.

Start by reading this and this.

Put the zucchini, onions and salt in a large bowl or clean plastic tub, cover with an inch of water, and leave for 2 hours.

This is a great time to set up your work area, get you washed jars (this recipe makes 8 - 9 pints) into a pot of warm water on medium heat on the stove, etc. (You don't want to put hot food into cold jars.) Once you get started on the next step, things happen fast, so get it all ready now.

Drain fully.

Combine vinegar, sugar, and spices. Bring to a boil and add zucchini and onions.

Simmer for 5 minutes. Stir frequently.

Do each jar separately from start to finish:

Fill pint or half pint jars with pickle mixture and brine.

Go around the inside of each jar with your bubble popper and leave a half inch of head space at the top.

Wipe the rim of the jar with a damp, clean paper towel.

Put the flat part of the lid on the jar.

Put the ring part of the lid on. You must be able to reopen the jar using only your fingertips. Don't tighten the lid more than that.

Put the jar into your canning pot, on a canning rack. Do not put jars right on the bottom of the pot.

Move on to the next jar.

Make sure that there is at least an inch of water above the lid of the tallest jar.

If you have less than a full jar left over, put a lid on it and stick it in the fridge.

When you are done, turn the heat up on the canning pot. Start your processing timer when the water reaches a rolling boil.

Process according to time below. Try one of the pickles from the jar you put in the fridge.

Start your cleanup now, because you won't want to do it afterwards.

Turn off the heat.

Leave the jars to sit for 10 minutes. Drink some water.

Lift the jars straight up out of the water using a jar lifter and set onto a folded towel to avoid temperature shock.

Resist the urge to tip the water off the top. They need to stay upright.

Let that big pot of very hot water cool down before you try to empty it. Don't burn yourself.

Leave the jars alone for 24h and then tap the lids with a spoon to test the seals. If they "thunk" you can reprocess them once, or just put them into the fridge.

Take the rings off the lids. DO NOT store canned food with the rings on!

PROCESSING TIME BY ELEVATION

0 - 1,000 ft — 10 minutes

1,001 - 6,000 ft — 15 minutes

Above 6,000 ft — 20 minutes

Now, take a couple of those pickles, pile them on a fat slice of fresh mozzarella, put a cherry tomato on top, and shove the whole thing in your mouth.

You're welcome.

[xanaxfarts]

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[xanaxfarts]

[segamascott]

#smoking tw

[not-this-crude-matter]

Unexpected 13 hour day at work today, had to go back in my whites to cover am one of several crew callouts, but at least the sky was pretty

[glintblade]

a stripper's thong is probably comfy as fuck if you're dollars

[vnapologeticapathy]

local tumblr complainer actually believes love is everywhere and so is gentleness

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

“It's not fair.” The little ghost kicks impotently at the chalk lines around her feet. “I ain't done nothing.”

I nod, setting down my chalk and spellbook. “It does sound like there might have been a bit of a misunderstanding.”

“She took against me, that's what happened,” the dead girl says with a scowl. She looks about fourteen, round faced and spotty, with whisps of brown hair peaking out from under her mob-cap. Her face and her crossed arms have a tell-tale bluish tinge to them. A cholera death.

“I been here for don't know how long and never gave any trouble. Nobody ever complained about me 'till her.”

…well, that's not strictly true.

Number 12, Barclay Street has been attracting rumours of haunting since the mid nineteenth century.

Sounds of faint singing and crying in the corridors at night. Cold spots. Doors that open and close by themselves. Animals acting strangely. Harmless, mid to low-level stuff, typical for a bored teenage poltergeist.

Still, pointing that out isn't likely to achieve much, and certainly the most recent complaints of blood running down the walls, screams in the dark and paralysing night terrors seem distinctly out of character.

The ghost toes the chalk again, more tentatively this time. It stays resolutely unbroken.

She could get out if she wanted to. I'm not one of those assholes who brings out their full arsenal of wards and sigils for a first meeting with a level 2 spectre. The summoning circle will keep her in one place for as long as I need her to talk, but it wouldn't hold for a moment if she really fought against it.

I take it as a good sign that she's still here. Pouting or not, she's clearly willing to work with me.

“None of the others could do this,” she says. “None of 'em even saw me.” She looks up. “Are you here to exise me?”

“Exorcise,” I say instinctively, and curse myself when she flinches. “Sorry, no, no! I don't exorcise people from their homes without good reason, not if they're happy where they are.”

“I was happy. Till she started calling in all them ghost hunters.”

Mrs Delaney had been quite persistent in her attempts to 'fix' her haunted house. Most of the people she found were charlatans, of course, but I'd still arranged an appointment as fast as I could once word reached me. It wouldn't have been long before she happened upon somebody with Talent, and unfortunately not everybody in this field knows how to behave like a professional.

“I think we might be able to help each other,” I say, careful to keep my voice calm and level.

“Don't see how. Not unless you can exorcise Her.”

“Not quite what I had in mind.” I pull out my phone and scroll through my photos. “You say that you're not the cause of the most recent incidents of paranormal activity?”

A pause. The ghost gnaws on her lip. I wait, patiently, keeping my body language open and nonthreatening. “I… I knocked her coffee cup over,” she admits at last. “She was being mean and talking on her telephone, saying I done all these things when I never did! So I decided to show her what I could do if I wanted.”

“Hmm.” The ghost eyes me nervously, as if expecting me to pull out a book, bell and candle and banish her on the spot.

“I only tipped it,” she adds. “I didn't break it or nothing!”

“You shouldn't have touched it at all,” I say sternly. “But… I can appreciate that you were frustrated, so let's say no more about it.”

The ghost looks relieved.

“My point is,” I continue, “if you weren't the one making blood rain from the ceiling or tormenting people in their sleep, then what was? There's no other ghosts on the property.” I find the picture I was looking for. “You can get anywhere around the house, right? Including behind the furniture and in the backs of cupboards?”

“Yes'm.”

I hold the phone up so that she can see the picture on the screen. “I'm going to let you go free in a moment, and I need you to see if you can find anything that looks like this.”

The ghost wrinkles her forehead. “What's that when it's at home?”

“Black mould,” I say, reaching out a foot to break the binding circle. “And I'm pretty sure it's the cause of this haunting.”

[puppygirldick]

Morphological differences between thorns, spines, and prickles

[oodlenoodleroodle]

"Every rose has its thorns" - wrong. Prickles

[lakevida]

boy are you a werthers original cause i could suck you for about three minutes

[subcultureblues]

but after that im chewing on it

[minyard-05]

don't let being born a girl stop you from being the man your father never was

[teaboot]

why do you take issue with radical feminism? keeping in mind that it’s distinct from terfism i mean

Patriarchal Misogyny: Men and Women are fundamentally different for reasons beyond one's control, and given this, each end of this strict binary are and should remain beholden to different and distinct presentations and expectations. The two are and should remain physically and socially distinct and defined despite natural expressions which indicate this is an artificial standard imposed by society. Obviously men are just naturally suited to being good leaders and women are naturally suited to be subservient caregivers. At the end of the day, it is every man's responsibility to be a good and fair caretaker to women. This is a traditional position passed down by my noble ancestors and is as such an honorable and chivalrous stance.

Progressive Feminism: Men and Women are two ends of a human spectrum but are not fundamentally different as people. We share the same potential, the same depth, the same capacity for good and evil and kindness and caring and cruelty, with broad enough overlap in physical structure and ability that dividing the two into a strict and disparate binary in all physical arenas makes very little sense. Obviously men and women are raised with seperate roles in our patriarchal society, and men at large are statistically more likely to be aggressive and women are statistically more likely to be the victim of violent and sexual crimes, but this does not reflect a strict rule that can be applied to each individual one encounters nor an immutable fact of character. At the end of the day, each individual has the capacity and responsibility to be a good and fair person. This is a movement which was developed by an oppressed class to obtain normal and unexceptional human rights already afforded to half of our existing society and is therefore a reasonable stance.

Radical Feminism: Men and Women are fundamentally different for reasons beyond one's control, and given this, each end of this strict binary are programmed to think and perform to different and distinct presentations and expectations. The two are physically and socially distinct and defined despite natural expressions which indicate this is an artificial standard imposed by society. Obviously men are wholesale trained and socialized from birth to oppress and prey on women, so it is safe to assume that and transgression is either malicious or an inescapable truth of man's nature. At the end of the day, men as a whole area statistically more likely than women to be physically or sexually violent, and so each individual man is individually more violent or sexually aggressive than any given woman. The definition for "man" and "woman" in this case includes Trans Men and is therefore a ~progressive~ stance.

Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminism: Men and Women are fundamentally different for reasons beyond one's control, and given this, each end of this strict binary are programmed to think and perform to different and distinct presentations and expectations. The two are physically and socially distinct and defined despite natural expressions which indicate this is an artificial standard imposed by society. Obviously men are wholesale trained and socialized from birth to oppress and prey on women, so it is safe to assume that any transgression is either malicious or an inescapable truth of man's nature. At the end of the day, men as a whole area statistically more likely than women to be physically or sexually violent, and so each individual man is individually more violent or sexually aggressive than any given woman. The definition of "men" and "women" in this case is determined based on whether or not the individual in question ticks a certain number of boxes on the wild and varied list of primary and secondary physical expressions of human sexual dimorphism, and if you tick too many "man" boxes we add a +12 modifier to your "likelihood of being a sexual predator in disguise" stat. I am a hero of womynkind

[sandmandaddy69]

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[spacedewey]

I think the most damage this site has done to me is making me think "It's fucken wimdy" when it is, in fact, fucken wimdy outside.

[whatthefluffnightvale]

I taught one of my ranching buddies “it fucken wimdy” and now he says it around his older more established ranching buddies

The exhilaration I get- upon hearing an old rancher (I’ve never met before) in cowboy boots and a cowboy hat while on a horse, grimly saying “it fucken wimdy” in a thick west Texas accent as he looks down upon his cows- is incalculable

[politijohn]