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Mike Driver
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Sade Olutola

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

shark vs the universe

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Love Begins
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.
go!
Chat, is it considered “abusive roommate behavior” to release a raccoon into the living space after you have asked your roommate for months to please clean up their messes (they do not pay any of the mortgage)
For context, when I used to live alone I would do something called “Princess Time” where I would do an initial sweep (to remove any significant hazards) and then I would release a raccoon into the living area and clean. This helped because I would 1) feel like a princess and 2) the raccoon would bring attention to things my ADHD brain had decided to ignore and I’d quickly clean that stuff up.
So like, if I’m expected to clean the house now, I will be doing it in the way that is most effective for me. And anything that has not been cleaned up after months of having sit-down talks and sending reminders and being promised things will change, might be deemed “trash” by the trash panda and thrown away.
We haven’t done since we moved into the house, because I didn’t want to cause my roommate or their cats destress or have their things destroyed by a raccoon
I am a raccoon biologist and one of the few people in the state allowed to take in captive bred raccoons that had been possessed illegally. The raccoon in the photos is Moonshine, but she is currently at the animal sanctuary where I work as I had been quarantining multiple new intakes from an abuse case. I still have two males (Rum Tum Tugger and Electra) left in my home enclosure as we are getting them neutered and then hopefully sending them to an AZA accredited zoo.
I wanna make things very clear that underneath all the whimsy, I am a trained professional.
Those vibes are likely because I’m the original creator of Dashcon and my personality has not changed since 2012 lmao
I think for a lot of people “I am completely helpless and powerless” and “I am completely powerful and in control” are both basically comforting fantasies because most of us live our lives in an in between place where we have enough agency to be responsible for our actions but not enough agency to have true control over our lives and the tension between power and powerlessness in the day to day is psychologically wearing and exhausting
hare riding a hound with a trained snail of prey
Pontifical of Guillaume Durand, Avignon, before 1390
Paris, Bibliothèque Sainte-Geneviève, ms. 143, fol. 165r
You arrive at a staircase you can descend deep underground, in which you hear recordings of all the things anyone has ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch is, you have to pass through all the worst things people have said before you can get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. Do you descend the stairs?
yes
no
hypothetical from "i know what you think of me" by tim kreider. i would not step a single foot on this staircase because i do not even want to know the GOOD things people say about me in private, let alone the bad things. when i get pocket-dialed and hear my name, i hang up like the phone burned me. but i feel like everyone i know always says they WANT to hear what people say about them behind their backs!!
what's the tumblr spread on this. show me....
just a heads up. im gonna do a big curse soon
okay so honestly i wasn’t expecting they’d be able to hide the body for this long
LINDSEY GRAHAM ?
Yes this is a serious, sobering story and I am an extremely big fan of leaving viral famous animals the f alone so that they don't end up getting killed or euthanized.
But also, this is the best article I've ever read.
great job everyone lets hit the showers
Not again
gentle reminder that you can’t get this kind of nonsense from any other site
it always comes back to skyrim somehow.
This tweet read me to filth
Part of me does wonder a bit why the Pre-Raphaelites and their descendants had such a hard-on for rendering things. Take the architectural paintings of Henry Roderick Newman, an American Pre-Raphaelite (yes, there were a few of those);
Tumblr may crush the quality of those, so I’m going to zoom in on a few details here—
He has individually rendered every discolored, separate tile on the facade of the Duomo in Florence…
And this relief of Isis is divided into discrete blocks of stone. He’s drawn every outline.
Now, the effect is very crisp and sharp and beautiful, but I feel like this is a great way to drive yourself to madness! What was the point of working like this? How long did it take Newman to complete each of these? I mean, dear god.
Truncated text of tweet from MrPitBull, Mar 11, 2026:
She kept finding women in laboratory photographs from the 1800s. Then she read the published papers—and every single woman had vanished. Someone had erased them from history.
Yale University, 1969.
Margaret Rossiter was a graduate student studying the history of science. She was one of very few women in her program.
Every Friday afternoon, students and faculty gathered for beers and informal conversation. One week, Margaret asked a simple question: "Were there ever any women scientists?"
The faculty answered firmly: No.
Someone mentioned Marie Curie. The group dismissed it—her husband Pierre really deserved the credit.
Margaret didn't argue. But she also didn't believe them.
So she started looking.
She found a reference book called "American Men of Science"—essentially a Who's Who of scientific achievement. Despite the title, she was shocked to discover it contained entries about women. Botanists trained at Wellesley. Geologists from Vermont.
There were names. There were credentials. There were careers.
The professors had been wrong.
But Margaret's discovery was just the beginning. Because as she dug deeper into archives across the country, she found something far more disturbing.
Photograph after photograph showed women standing at laboratory benches, working with equipment, listed on research teams.
But when she read the published papers, the award citations, the official histories—those same women had disappeared. Their names were missing. Their contributions erased.
It wasn't random. It was systematic.
Women who designed experiments watched male colleagues publish results without giving them credit. Women whose discoveries were assigned to supervisors. Women listed in acknowledgments instead of as authors. Women passed over for awards that went to male collaborators who contributed far less.
Margaret realized she was witnessing a pattern that stretched across centuries.
Women had always been present in science. The record had simply pushed them aside.
She needed a name for what she was documenting.
In the early 1990s, she found it in the work of Matilda Joslyn Gage—a 19th-century suffragist who had written about this exact phenomenon in 1870.
In 1993, Margaret published a paper formally naming it: The Matilda Effect.
The term captured something that had been hidden in plain sight for generations. Once you knew the term, you saw it everywhere.
Her dissertation became a lifelong mission.
For more than 30 years, Margaret researched and wrote her landmark three-volume series: Women Scientists in America. She examined letters, institutional policies, individual careers. She gathered undeniable evidence that women in science had been consistently under-credited and structurally excluded.
Her work faced resistance. Many dismissed women's history as political rather than academic. Others insisted she was exaggerating.
Margaret didn't argue emotionally. She presented data. Documented cases. Patterns repeated across decades and institutions.
Eventually, the evidence became undeniable.
Her research helped restore recognition to scientists who had been erased:
Rosalind Franklin, whose X-ray work revealed DNA's structure—credit went to Watson and Crick.
Lise Meitner, who explained nuclear fission—omitted from the Nobel Prize.
Nettie Stevens, who discovered sex chromosomes—received little credit.
Cecilia Payne-Gaposchkin, who discovered stars are made of hydrogen—initially dismissed.
And countless others whose names had nearly vanished.
Margaret changed the narrative. Science was no longer just the story of solitary male geniuses. It became a story of collaboration that included women who had been written out.
The Matilda Effect became standard terminology. Scholars used it to examine how credit is assigned, how authors are listed, who receives awards, who gets left out.
One of those how-many-life-experiences-have-you-had things, except all the points are ridiculously hyperspecific, pointlessly general, or just plain weird.
How many can you get?
Accidentally fallen in a natural body of water
Visited the second-largest city on your country
Taken ibuprofen on an empty stomach
Gotten a tattoo in only purple ink
Tried to dye your hair only to find the dye wouldn't take
Drank a spider
Broken your left femur in exactly two places simultaneously
Nearly ran out of petrol on the highway but not quite
Had an allergic reaction during an exam, because of the exam materials
Been prescribed antihistamines
Blocked someone on tumblr
Submitted a CV with a typo in the first line
Drank coffee without sugar
Been in an airplane only for the flight to be cancelled before takeoff
Abandoned a hobby exactly three days after you picked it up
Gotten the wrong prescription glasses because you were too shy to tell the student optometrist they were blocking your view of the eye chart so you just made up some answers at random
Been told "jokes about [trauma you had] are never funny" right after you made a joke about said trauma
Gotten lost at a new school
Been to a birthday party
Told someone you don't speak a certain language, in that language (give yourself a bonus point if you were lying to avoid a having a conversation (give yourself another bonus point if it was your native language (give yourself another bonus point if you clearly doing something - eg reading a book or watching a movie - that indicated that you did in fact speak said language)))
Left kudos on AO3
Read a book longer than 300 pages
Accidentally declined a call you wanted to take
Found a coin on the footpath that was the largest denomination minted in the country you were in at the time
Watched a TV series in an order determined by a random number generator
Gone out of your way to spit on someone's grave
Rolled a 12 on a pair of D6s
Received a scholarship that did not pay nearly enough to cover the course fees
Visited Geraldine, Aotearoa
Been mistaken for a sibling of a different gender
Accidentally shoplifted
Coloured your nails with a highlighter
Thanked your aunt for the lovely handkerchiefs
Been adopted by a calico cat with six toes on each paw
Looked someone up in an actual old-fashioned phonebook
Been given a nickname you initially hated but grew to like
Cut your own hair without looking in a mirror
Lived somewhere everyone says is haunted but you've never noticed anything abnormal
Driven a car older than yourself
Stowed away on a ship that turned out to be heading in completely the opposite direction from where you wanted to go