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oozey mess
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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shark vs the universe
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cherry valley forever
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Andulka

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
RMH
almost home
Show & Tell
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occasionally subtle

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Weekly: Gaza Soup Kitchen
Daily: Click for Esims
I <3 buff women
You can begin this process at any time, regardless of how old you have become.
Getting five guys for dinner (an adventuring party is invading my lair)
going outside to look at bugs is 20% looking at bugs and 80% being cooked to fucking death by the sun
I have a degree in biology and one time for field practice they took us to a field to study pollinators, but it was around 37-38 degrees Celsius, bright and super sunny in the middle of July.
So we were standing around these counting stations in small groups and counted exactly 1 butterfly, and even that one we accidentally counted twice. So one of my mates goes:
"I can't fucking belive this! We're out here being cooked alive by the sun and these little fuckers won't even fly around?!"
And then the pollinator expert guy who was with us goes:
"Oh yeah of course they don't fly in this wheather, it's way too hot"
It would kill half the 19-25 year olds online to realize "I can't help it I have trauma" is one of THE quintessential abuser excuses
Like there is a difference between "My trauma creates impulsive urges and has changed my instinctive reactions to be irrational, I need to relearn shit." vs "I'm traumatized so I Can't Help It and you're not allowed to expect better of me"
First revenge for @oneeyecatnamedkay ; D
Friends in different Time Zones
did you know its national moth week? Happy national moth week!
Dating an incomprehensibly large megastructure girl is interesting because she will send you pics of endless halls and chasms of impossible geometry on scales that threaten to break you fragile perception of reality in 2 taken from security cameras miles above the ground and then respond with something like ">///////////////////////////////<"
Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as “problematic” in class and our professor was like, “That’s cool, but ‘problematic’ doesn’t really mean anything. It means that the thing you’re describing has a problem, and in and of itself that’s not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else it’s not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like you’re trying to say that this is bad, but you don’t want to say ‘bad.’ Is that right?”
So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”
Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.
Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I can’t help but think of this professor being like, “Good starting point, now let’s get specific.” I think when we have to commit to saying “that’s ___” it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever we’re claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes it’s art, and it should be full of problems, because that’s what art is.
imo the term "walkable" in "walkable cities" should be understood to mean "wheelchair accessible" as well, not just literally "possible to walk in". the act of walking in a city doesn't automatically make it walkable
stretching a computer pelt on the tanning rack and scraping all the data off
"lock in" is probably one of the most important phrases to enter the public lexicon in the 2020s
I love unaligned love. I love love and affection between nonbinary people that cannot be put into a box like wlw / mlm or even nblw / nblm. I love nonbinary love that isn't tied to dichotomies or adjacent to binary identities. I love when nonbinary people love each other in a way that just is and isn't defined by anything but their affection for each other and their lack of binary association.
This post is a safe place to lay your egg