marigolden

I'm just a clown with too much anxiety to be as silly as I need to be

[exxos-von-steamboldt]

[delicatefury]

I just googled this and… yes, it’s absolutely real.

And there are so many articles and videos and discussions. Like, the scientific community is buzzing about this.

So much research will have to be redone because the data was absolutely compromised, off by orders of magnitude, by using standard lab gloves.

The world is probably not horrifically contaminated by microplastics. Sterile laboratories, however, are contaminated by latex and nitrile gloves.

Thank God someone bothered to check.

[beardedmrbean]

>I just googled this and… yes, it’s absolutely real.

Sources beyond dude just trust me, for the skeptics.

Scientists shocked to find lab gloves may be skewing microplastics data

Scientists may have been unknowingly inflating microplastics pollution estimates, and the surprising source could be their own lab gloves. A

https://www.technologynetworks.com/applied-sciences/news/scientists-lab-gloves-may-be-causing-an-overestimation-of-microplastics-411138

Nitrile and latex gloves may cause overestimation of microplastics, U-M study reveals

Nitrile and latex gloves that scientists wear while they are measuring microplastics may lead to a potential overestimation of the tiny poll

Nitrile and latex gloves may cause overestimation of microplastics - Phys.org (it’s a pdf)

An Embarrassing Mistake May Have Skewed Microplastics Research All Along

Researchers discovered a standard piece of lab equipment has added thousands of microplastic ‘false positives’ per each square-millimeter un

Ordinary Lab Gloves May Have Skewed Microplastic Data

Ordinary Lab Gloves May Have Skewed Microplastic Data: That doesn’t mean microplastics aren’t a problem, though

That should be enough

[rave-lord-nito]

Julius Ceasar has been dead for 2064 slutty, slutty years

[rave-lord-nito]

Julius Caesar has been dead for 2065 slutty, slutty years

[rave-lord-nito]

Julius Caesar has been dead for 2066 slutty, slutty years

[rave-lord-nito]

Julius Caesar has been dead for 2067 slutty, slutty years

[rave-lord-nito]

Julius Caesar has been dead for 2068 slutty, slutty years

[rave-lord-nito]

Julius Caesar has been dead for 2069 (nice) slutty, slutty years

[ryemoon]

Tw suicide, depression

A lonely mythology buff, Alex, vents their frustrations to their classics textbook during an all-nighter.

Dramatic monologue

Alex: I'm so tired. But what's new? I'm always tired. I want a break. But I can't!. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But oh my gods! I can't find a single good thing to hold onto. What's the point? This must be what pandora felt like, right after she opened the box. I feel like tantalus, reaching towards happy memories, but I don't feel them anymore. Food is ash, the midday sun feels like nothing. I can't look at my friends without feeling like they would be better off never having known me, and I can't remember what living felt like without the bitter feeling of absence. I don't want to die. Anymore. I won't kill myself. I just- why can't I feel happy, anything, now? I feel like an echo of my past self, nothing but a pale imitation. What do I have to do? I think I am both Orpheus and Euridyce, right now. Where am I even going? Ostensibly up, but how? dragging myself by the hand,blindly, out of a deep dark pit? all i want to do is look back- what's even waiting for me when i crawl out of my hole? What would be worth it? If I listen to Pandora it is hope. The last spirit out of her stupid box, the most painful emotion. That what hope is, an emotion more painful than grief. It would be so easy. To let myself look back. To rest. And I'm exhausted. I would kill myself right now! But I don't want to die. And beyond that, I want to live. I am alive right now- i don't want to die, but I'm still right on the edge of ashphodel. I want more than that for forever. It hurts to admit, but I want to live so badly. It hurts to remember hoping. It really does feel like I'll never get back there. I want to hope for a better day even though it feels like no matter what I do, nothing changes. And everything is scary to confront. Would it really be any better? To try and convince myself that the next day could be better? That people can change? That I can exist without this pain? It feels like a fool's errand. I've done so much work to just not want to commit suicide, but i need more. I can't live on the edge, constantly feeling terrible. I need to believe that tomorrow is better, that people are kind, that I can be happy- and I can't wait for the world to show me if I'm right. I can't wait for things to get better. I will choose to hope, in spite of the pain it will cause me, because it has to be better than how i feel now. Hope was the last spirit out of Pandora's box. The smallest spirit. I need to choose to hold her. It's not enough to just choose not to kill myself everyday. I need to choose to live. I will choose hope everyday. I will choose to hope to be happy

[dark-magician-girl-meets-world]

Fortuneteller, turning over the Death card: Don't worry. It isn't literal. It simply refers to some form of change. Me: Phew Fortuneteller; turning over the Gets Eaten by the Fortuneteller While Trying to Leave card: That can also mean many things

[ryemoon]

Fortune teller; turning over the Fortune Teller Gets Indigestion From Raw And Undercooked Meat Consumption card: aww man- I mean, not every message is meant for us to take seriously, sometimes decks have a sense of humor

[ryemoon]

I have the souls of two waifs stuck in different spinal vertebrae, one is from 1347 and the other one is from 1863, both of them have differently unbalanced humors and I have to stack them like plates on my nose.

[ryemoon]

A new hot waif-shell has entered the villa (my wretched right hip socket which is stuck in 1578)

[ryemoon]

A new waif is entering the carefully maintained ecosystem (my shriveled neck after sleeping on the wrong pillow one too many times. It is from 1129)

[ryemoon]

Went to a con begining of January, saw that a voice actor who i think is really cool was there. Decided to actually get an autograph this time, my friend was nice- let me piggy back in line with him- yay! Never done this before! My only social skills for interacting with people I respect/ think are really cool is to Not Interact With Them. Did it anyway. Saw the voice actor. Got so flustered and over hot (yay wig, yay past heat stroke) that I just. Stared at him. Did not introduce myself. Dissociated while filibustering about if he was being asked to follow reasonable working conditions. Talked about horse anxiety. I hope he doesn't remember me. I swear to god. I don't know how any of that came out of me. It's been almost a month and it haunts me. It was a bizarre, like,, three minutes. If I ever see him again I'm gonna have to stop drop and roll out of sight. He was so nice about it, chill in general, but oh my god,,, if only I could do a redo

[ryemoon]

I have the souls of two waifs stuck in different spinal vertebrae, one is from 1347 and the other one is from 1863, both of them have differently unbalanced humors and I have to stack them like plates on my nose.

[ryemoon]

A new hot waif-shell has entered the villa (my wretched right hip socket which is stuck in 1578)

[ryemoon]

Every action you take has a spider-web string of connections that ties you to the people who came before. We are sitting in a movie theater with the seat already shaped by the audience before us, and that audience before them. Our lives are ephemeral and long, that dissonance which creates harmonics that stretch through generations like a cat in a sunspot. Even the little actions you take has the loving touch of many many other people throughout history overlapping like thousands of transparent images pinned by one small focal point. Generations of people have worked towards something better, carrying the kernel of hope that their children would live better than them. As we, the current generation, grow older, we hope for the next to live better but if you take a moment and look at how we live you must take a moment to feel the hope of the people in the past manifested in you.

Vaccines, worker laws, unions, technology, nutritious food, clean water, warm houses. these are still ongoing fights- for people to have access, have rights, have resources- but when you look at them they're crystallized hope and love from the people who fought so hard for you to have them.

[maruti-bitamin]

WAH!!

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[ms-mazarin]

Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

Edit: People, I’m an English and creative writing double major in college; I understand that there’s nothing wrong with simply using “said.” This was just for fun, and it comes in handy when I need to add pizzazz. 

[fuckyeahcharacterdevelopment]

In addition to a little pizzazz in the dialogue tags, these are also super useful as part of the narration, or summing up/paraphrasing something that has been said, or even in a character’s dialogue as they describe how someone was talking!

[morganwriteblr]

Snarled growled hissed my BELOVEDS

[ryemoon]

I have the souls of two waifs stuck in different spinal vertebrae, one is from 1347 and the other one is from 1863, both of them have differently unbalanced humors and I have to stack them like plates on my nose.

[inkskinned]

i. when i was 19 and in a very hetero relationship, i fell in love with Andrea Gibson.

ii. we were poor so i was going to community college and also working a full-time job. i was miserable. the nicest thing that happened to me during that time was that someone bought me a free coffee. i had been sobbing in the corner of the library. she said you look like you needed help. i was so sad at the time that i was looking for "the sign". almost like a mantra, i'd say things like if there's a nice sunset, i won't kill myself tomorrow.

iii. you know, in all that time, i never wanted anything. the idea of desire was so foreign to me that i couldn't conceptualize a favorite color. what is want in the voidspace?

iv. andrea was the first, is the thing. i found their work on button poetry. i watched a poem once and then twice and then sat back and thought to myself - what i had been writing was not poetry, it was reaction. what andrea was writing was poetry. i knew it had to be, because it burst inside of me. i looked down and a hole had torn open. there was nothing for it. i put my hands inside the wound and started to pull.

v. it was slam poetry and then pretentious poetry and then esoteric poetry and then the black mountain poets and then tender buttons and then back to slam again and then back to the classics and theory and the academic shit and then finally thank-god understanding started dawning and then upwards into contemporaries and inwards into why aren't i writing something real and then realizing i never understood anything then crying about three syllables that don't sound right and then sunning myself outside of the emily dickinson house and then back to slam and back to the roots of it and backwards into -

vi. and the joy! holy fuck i wish i could tell you about it. on the back of ink came life. it was community and safety and pushing limits. it was saying oh yeah no i'm gay and oh shit i'm nonbinary. it was a cliche; life like a map just exploding. because i knew - i had my thing. wherever i went, so too would come writing.

vii. on saturday i reached 7,700 poems on here. i made myself a gin and tonic to celebrate. i have been writing seriously, almost-every-day, sometimes multiple times a day - for over 10 years. i started this, became this - because i saw someone stand on stage and say something i knew to be poetry.

viii. andrea died today, july 14th, 2025, at the age of 49.

ix. i will never have the words for what they gave me.

[prinnay]

class is in session!

[spicymochi]

choose your fav dancing bird

[ryemoon]

You are the dancing bird/ young and bird/ only seven bird / dancing bird

*bird noises for the aAh AaAahs* feel the beat from the tambirdrine, ooh yeah

Your can dance, you can jive/ having the time of your life/

OoOoOoOoh

See that bird/ watch that feed/ you are the dancing bird

[ryemoon]

Thinking on the time in freshman year of highschool (before my parents let me have coffee) when I was experiencing babies first tech week (in a rabid theater department) and I was so exhausted I was taking three or four frisk power mints (strong enough to strip paint), cupping my hands around my face, and huffing the menthol directly into my eyes to stay awake

[jordanbolton]

To The Painters of Pompeii - Jordan Bolton

My first book ‘Blue Sky Through the Window of a Moving Car’ is out now! Get it here - https://smarturl.it/BlueSky

[thecollectibles]

Mermay 2025 (11-20) by Christophe Young