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Misplaced Lens Cap

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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today's featured is bee
mybee
:o a little friend!
two bear sitting on the edge of katmai river
ME AND WHO
#why do they call it the little death if not to remind you to do a post mortem.
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no no @nogoodhorsethief, you have something here
acrylic, canvas 50*60 cm "memory from the past" 2025
investigation
“Where are the trans men in history?” See. When you're born a gender that was forcefully married off, who had to live most of their life indoors, when you had to raise children, and had a lobotomy if your family thought you were a tad too odd, it's kinda hard to come out as a trans man now ain't it.
forever my lineage would use his wrong pronouns but not me
[Image ID: Tumblr tags reading: I have an ancestor who 'pretended to be a man' for years, according to my relatives he did so in order to go to school to become a doctor, and he was eventually found out and wed off to a man and had a family, and forever would be revered for being able to get a degree 'posing as a man', but apparently even after marriage he still dressed in men's clothes and preferred to be seen as a man, forever my lineage would use his wrong pronouns but not me, I see him and I hope he smiles upon me knowing I am living a life he would have dreamed just getting to be a trans man, without being forcefully wed off and forced to have children for the sin of being born with a vagina, such is history with trans mascs, I once saw someone online say:, 'if history has a gaping hole where a minority should be, it's not because they did not exist/did not contribute, it's because they were erased', and I think about that a lot when I see stories like my ancestors knowing that our history has constantly been defiled, just like this /End ID]
Black-and-white commission to be used as an author portrait! The reference photo featured an absolutely gorgeous smile, so I tried to do that justice here. ^_^
Listening to Andy Weir talk about eridians is so funny because fans are always talking about Rocky and Adrian as these “soft” adorable aliens but Weir won’t ever let us forget that their species are apex predators on their planet. Not like humans who became apex predators by inventing weapons, but natural top of the foodchain like lions or polar bears. So far I haven’t found an interview where Weir explains who ate eridians in the ancient past that caused them to watch over each other while they slept; another predator species or rivaling eridians.
Grace is joking around with a selectively violent creature that can rip his soft squishy body apart in an instant!
But it’s also a lot of fun to hear Weir talk about all the stuff he wants to include in a possible sequel, like the fact that eridians can have several conversations at once even with the same eridian. He imagine Rocky and Adrian bickering in one conversation while having a nice conversation at the same time that slowly turns into a fight and all of a sudden they’re yelling at each other in two conversations about different things.
He also says they have terrible spacial memory because they can see everything around them all the time thanks to their echo location so to them it’s crazy that humans can only see in one direction but still remember what’s behind them and even what the last room they were in looks like. Apparently eridians mostly just remember that the room exists and that it has the computer in it but if you asked them where the computer is placed in the room they’ll struggle to give a precise answer.
And Rocky got scared when Grace hugged him because eridians don’t have a concept of expressing affection with physical touch. To them it’s only neutral or violent because thanks to their hard shell they can’t really feel much. They only use it to move each other around or to break through their prey’s shell to get to the soft insides. So in their inter-species friendship only Grace would feel any desire to touch Rocky. It makes it very cute that Rocky joins in on Grace’s hugging ritual. It’s purely for Grace’s sake.
I'm sitting thinking They told us the ceasefire in exchange for the handover of the Israeli prisoners back Stay quietly, and there is a house next to us not to 50 meters awayIt is bombarded with firebelts Where is the ceasefire at this stage? The International Court considers Where is international law?!
They told us to open the crossing by passing aid, but I see nothing but famine and high prices I burned my hands because of the fires They lied to us! They betrayed us! They're the worst people in the world They didn't provide us with even the slightest elements of life
Guys, honestly, I'm asking people for help, but I can only see the disregard. I'm tired of this situation guys the prices are too high And I can't even provide food For my family, If time goes on like this, maybe we can't live it So stand with me even once and donate to me, please Don't forget that we are in Gaza
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Please donate to help Ibrahim!!
Guys, we only need 450 euros to reach 13,000 euros; that's a very good number. Please, my friend, we are very close. Please donate to us...
Please, guys, help me and donate to me and my family now, why is no one participating? Why are we in Gaza suffering, killing, dying? We bomb every day No one looks at us with mercy Please donate to me before it's too late
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HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
reblog this because it shows up every blue moon
I FOUND IT ✊
I WAS SO SCARED IT WOULDNT BE THE ORIGINAL
Who first posted this?
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO END WITH A MEME OR SOME SHIT NO IT’S THE REAL ONE OH MY GOD
Wishing I’ll do well on my finals ✨
Wishing for this post to appear more times
This post is an amazing cryptid. It appeared and here we are
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
I’m not worth the cost of a watch.
i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.
thang
What an interesting mix of bricks!!!
The double-stacked bricks with the line across them (one pair is half a brick over to the right of the bottom of the lower window pane) are called Shadow-Tex, at least in the part of USamerica where I learned about bricks. Aa far as I know, Belden Brick is the only company in this area that makes that texture and shape. Below is one of Belden's shadow-tex brick in a color that would work here. Maybe I'll do a separate post to explain how shadow-tex bricks are made, because it's neat. They are usually at least 11 inches long, so you'd have to cut them to make them match the length of the others (7 5/8" if the building was built in the last 35ish years, maybe 8" if it was built before that).
The rest could probably be matched with Acme Brick's Mission Trace, though king size might not work.
If mixing Belden's shadow-tex romans and Acme's Mission Trace kings is too much work, you could conceivably use General Shale's New Foundland bricks by themselves. The bark texture on some of the bricks in this blend (blended from different lines at the plant) could kinda match the shadow-tex brick from afar.
Oh and the piece above the window is called a lintel, pronounced like the legume. Concrete lintels are reinforced with rebar, so they can hold the weight of a brick veneer!
Now if you don't mind, @identifying-cat-phenotypes please complete the picture?
black broken mackerel tabby!