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Usual pinned post— WRONG
ALL THE LIGHTS IN THE SKY
(Intro under the readmore)
passing in public makes me feel like white shrek
literally how it feels
aftercare for posting on ao3
your fic was good you did grammar good you’re the kind of freak people like everything’s cool dude :^)
tumblr glitched and now there’s just a guy in the void
Wile E. Coyote, two milliseconds before he lights a match only to reveal he's surrounded by flammable traps he himself has set and the whole website explodes
Always funny to me when indie devs who already sell games for dirt cheap participate in steam sales with like 90 percent off. Like. "Yeah this game is three dollars but you can have it for one right now." Like your game costs as much as a pack of m&ms and youre selling it for the cost of a pack of m&ms in the 1950s now? Okay
can not overstate that the reason hand-tailored items were so common 100 years ago is because every family had a dedicated home tailor called a "wife" who did 100% of the domestic labor do NOT romanticize a pre-readymade clothing life unless you're willing to go to bat for every individual having a secondary part time job as a tailor
Ok but village cobblers were a thing and there isn't a cobbler within 15 miles of me
There’s a cobbler 15 minutes walk from me. He doesn’t make shoes from scratch, just repairs
Village cobblers were a thing and so were village laundresses. Yes, there were women who did 100% of ALL domestic labor, EVERY task, but tbh that's... probably statistically a weird outlier of a situation and mostly found in extreme and fucked-up circumstances like "during the colonization of the American West". As soon as you have 2-5 families living within shouting distance of each other, humans tend to instinctively start arranging at least some division of labor.
It might look something like this: Goodwife A is great at getting stains out of clothes and enjoys laundry as a task, so everyone takes their laundry to her. Goodwife B pays her in milk and butter from their cow, and Goodwife C shows up to keep her company and take care of EVERYONE'S mending and darning, and Spinster D runs her father's bakery so she pays in bread and muffins, and Alewife E pays with the best beer in the county, and nobody's kitchen gardens are as productive as Granny F's and Widow G's so they've got veggies and herbs galore to exchange.
We DO criminally underestimate the value and prevalence of women's labor in history, but we also underestimate how much more fluidly communities functioned than they do now. Every woman absolutely did learn how to sew from the time she was a tiny child -- but once you're an adult and you've learned that you Hate sewing more than anything, maybe you make a friend who loves it (or at least who doesn't mind it). Then, as long as you buy your own cloth, she's happy to sew clothes for both your family and hers in exchange for you doing all the cooking, or watching the kids and teaching them to read and do basic sums, or churning the butter from the milk of both families' cows.
An awareness of historical women's labor is crucial -- but without an awareness of women's businesses, we can sometimes end up playing into the conservative propaganda that people don't need each other, that it's possible to pull yourself up by your own bootstraps, that women are incapable and unenterprising, and that therefore their place is In The Home, being worked to the bone doing every task (and if they don't do every task, then they're lazy and a failure of a wife).
Do not romanticize a pre-readymade clothing life unless you're prepared to come over and clean my house and do my dishes while I'm sewing your dress.
Also i hate to do this but 100 years ago was 1926 and they absolutely did have readymade clothing by then.
From Wikipedia: "In the late 1860s, twenty-five percent of garments produced in the US were ready-made, but by 1890, the portion had risen to sixty percent. By 1951, ninety percent of garments sold in the United States were ready-made."
Good news: if you’re currently laying around and not producing anything, you are a credit to your species.
It’s recently been found that even hive insects rest. Bees will play with colorful toys. Ants sleep for about 1 minute but they do it so frequently it amounts to a few hours per day. Even trees take breaks.
The only things that work without rest are machines; literally everything that lives requires rest.
EVERYTHING THAT LIVES REQUIRES REST. STOP JUDGING YOURSELF FOR NOT BEING A ROBOT.
robots require very frequent breaks! welding machines generally have it programmed in that they can’t run so long they melt themselves. ive overseen two different manufacturing robots now and each of them were fragile, finicky idiots that require constant maintenance and repair. they pause in between moves, in between jobs. you’re always keeping an eye on programming errors, on coolant levels, on heat. you’re always pulling bits of scrap out of joints, sweeping up debris, washing off nozzles and untangling hoses. and even then it snaps a chain and takes a whole morning’s vacation.
even robots need downtime.
high ambient background football levels reminded me to actually finish this Personal Lore That Caused My Books comic
Ok no more today good night horses
Suddenly struck with a need to explain to you how boat pronouns work (I work in the marine industry).
When you're talking about the design of the boat, you say "it".
When the boat is still being built, your say "it".
When the boat is nearing completion, you can say "it" or "she".
When the boat is floating in the water you probably say "she", unless there is still a lot of work to be done (e.g. no engine yet) then you say "it".
When the boat is officially launched and operating, you say "she". If you continue to say "it" at this point you are not incorrect but suspiciously untraditional. You are not playing the game.
If you are referring to a boat you don't really know anything about you may say "it" ("there's a big boat, it's coming this way"). But if you know its name, it's probably "she" ("there's the Waverley, she's on her way to Greenock").
If you are talking about boats in general, you say "it" ("when a boat is hit by a wave it heels over")
If you speak about a boat in complimentary terms, it's "she" ("she's a grand boat"). If you are being disparaging it may be it, but not necessarily ("it's as ugly as sin", "she's a grotty old tub").
If she has a boy's name, she's still she. "Boy James", "King Edward", "Sir David Attenborough"? The pronoun is she.
If it's a dumb barge (no engine), you say it. But if it's a rowing boat (no engine), you say she.
I hope this has cleared things up so that you may not be in danger of misgendering floating objects.
Hit "view post" and lost it
let’s be real the pressure to use AI as an adult is exactly what they said the pressure the do drugs as a teenager would be like but the people that told us that caved immediately for the AI and definitely did not just say no
AND nobody is offering me drugs, smdh
girl vampires are so cool we need more girl vampires in general
and like. girl vampires who are given the same kind of depth as male vampires of reconciling their own monstrous desires with how human they still are or not. and not like. vapid sexy temptresses or whatever. they have their time and place but i want a girl vampire desperately gripping the sink looking into the mirror just to see what isnt there anymore
(voice of a person spiralling) its embarrassing but i still havent figured out if its ok for me to be alive
grace, who has been alone for five minutes: oh my god. an alien! im not alone anymore! i hope he wants to be friends :)
rocky, coming up on 50 years of solitude, imprinting on grace in ways baby ducklings can only dream of: if you leave me to sleep where i can't watch your heart beat i am blowing up this tunnel with us both in it
it’s never a normal temperature anymore it’s always some fucking bullshit
you guys ever feel the yearn
like i’m for real yearnmaxxing right now. no like im sooooooo wantpilled. feeling so very wishful today