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"My turtle follows me and seeks out affection. Biologist have reached out to me because this is not even close to normal behavior. He just started one day and has never stopped. I donât know why"
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He seeks LOVE
no other fictional event will ever influence me as much as netherfield park being let at last
He wants some bread⊠đ„đ„ Twitter I Instagram
[ID: A digital drawing of the front of a bakery, a small dragon sits outside on the front steps staring up into the window. Outside itâs dark and raining, the light from the bakery is warm orange, the window full of shelves of bread. The bakery is called âIndigoâsâ, and on the window reads âbakery cafeâ. /End ID]
[Image description: The same dragon now lays on a pile of bread with some chunks torn out of them, fast asleep in the backroom of the bakery, near some sort of fire with the racks of different kinds of bread all around the storage area. They are safe and full. Description on post reads, âHe got his bread.â End ID]
Oh thank god
HE GOT HIS BREAD
So my husband is back on his medieval warfare and tactics special interest lately, and he was telling me about how so many battles were lost because the knights would just disobey orders and break ranks because they got too excited and just went full Leroy Jenkins. Prey drive switches on and they see somebody running and they just blank out and go.
Which seemed really dumb to me, like people couldnât be that stupid, until I got walloped in the face by a memory from freshman year of college.
Itâs almost 10pm in the dead of winter right before Finals, Iâm out at college in a high altitude desert in the biggest city Iâve ever been in during my life. My dorm is on the second floor of one of the newest buildings, which are still surrounded by construction zones for the other new buildings going up. Just past the construction zones is one of the cityâs major roads. There is still snow on the ground outside, the sidewalks are ice and rock salt, and the parking lot is a slush pile. (All of this is relevant in a minute I swear, stay with me here.)
We get a knock at the door. One of my roomies answers it. Thereâs 2 creepy looking muscle dudes asking for another roommate, E. E is creeped out and doesnât want to go see them, but they wonât leave, insisting they see her and talk to her out in the hall. My spider senses are tingling, the social anxiety override kicks in, and I go full Mom Friend and ask them who they are and how they know her. And dudes just take off for the stairwell.
And I took off after them.
I need yâall to understand that I was an asthmatic at altitude in a mountain city in winter at night in shorts and a t-shirt and no shoes whatsoever, and I somehow made it down two flights of stairs, out the door, down the sidewalk, across a construction zone, across the parking lot, and halfway to the road screaming at two beardy dudebros twice my size to âget back here you little creepsâ, all before I had consciously realized that I had left my apartment. Something about watching two creepy guys run for it triggered something in me, some latent instinct to Search and Destroy. Like Fight or Flight but I wasnât the one being threatened, they were the ones doing the Flight, and I had this deep, ferocious need to FIGHT.
I full on blanked out, yâall. I literally have no memory of getting down the stairs or across the parking lot or anything at all until I was watching the headlights on the road thinking âwait, where are my shoes?â Itâs a little black hole. I was in the apartment, they took off running, and then bam, there I was. It was like an out of body experience, I was hearing myself shout at them and thinking âI sound like such an idiot right now omg,â and then I realized What I Had Done.
Not only was it stupid, it was super dangerous. Even aside from all the environmental dangers, if they were some kind of kidnappers they could totally have snatched me. And yet there I was, barefoot in the snow and road salt with no phone, no inhaler, and I was still hollering after them like a dog on a chain when one of my roommates came down in boots and a coat to drag me back inside.
And honestly? Iâm still miffed I never caught the guys. That was my takeaway from that incident.
So yes, I believe it now. People are so unbelievably dumb and the prey drive instinct is absolutely real.
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Thoughts? I have had a few experiences like this before, and you seem the type to enjoy this story.
Yeah, this happened. Actually contributed toward the loss for the French at Agincourt.
It also contributed to Queen Zenobiaâs loss to Aurelianâs legions at the battle of Emesa. Her infantry broke part of Aurelianâs lines and continued to pursue, drawing them out of formation and into flanking position by Aurelianâs reserves.
Ancient field-warfare relied very heavily on infantry maintaining formation, as a solid wall of heavy infantry like hoplites, phlangites, or legionaries lined up with weapons and shields ready was a formidable obstacle on any battlefield. One tactic was to try to goad them into breaking formation using archers, skirmishers, and other ranged units. Even though legionaries and hoplites and similar units wore heavy armor and bore heavy shields that were largely resistant to projectiles, lighter ranged troops might be able to piss them off enough to pull them out of formation and into a trap or flanking maneuver.Â
The first time I ever came face to face with a bear I was having a conversation with a roommate outside our rented house in Asheville north carolina. Its head popped up over the hood of my roommates van and we looked at each other and I think I said â⊠thatâs a bear!â
Next thing I know Iâm at a full sprint in my neighborâs yard with an axe in my hand chasing the bear into the woods and I stopped and slid like a fucking cartoon character and said out loud to myself âwhat the FUCK are you doing?â
I honestly donât think I had a conscious thought until some part of my brain realized that the bear was way faster than me and I wasnât going to be able to catch up.
Exit pursuing a bear. Legend status.
Really. So much of army stuff is just teaching people to follow commands at all times, under all conditions. Because human beings are bad at that! (So are most other creatures, so itâs not a human thing per se.) This is the reason for drill, repetitive training, development of muscle memory, strict hierarchy, and insistence that you canât question the chain of command no matter what.
This drive is so intrinsic that âthis army is inexperienced, theyâll chase us if we runâ or similar ruses were FREQUENTLY used to massive tactical advantage.
This is both useful reference for my writing and an absolutely hysterical set of anecdotes, so thank you all
Fun fact: Cheetahs only attack prey that runs
jesus that is good to know.
Yup, thatâs the point you just stay still and let it do whatever the fuck it wants that doesnât involved you getting eaten.Â
REALLY FUN FACT for big cats cheetahs are fucking docile as shit
my grandfather ran a cheetah sanctuary in south africa and heâd just lie with them and sleep among them and theyâd rub against him and chirp at him theyâre big fucking babies
Another Fun Fact: Cheetahs are incredibly nervous animals. One of the (many) reasonâs theyâre going extinct is that cheetahs are so sensitive and nervous, some of them are literally too nervous to breed. Others will breed, but stress themselves out so much, theyâll lose their cubs. So zoos with breeding programs had to figure out how to make cheetahs comfortable enough to first of all, get laid and secondly - not spazz themselves into miscarrying. So whatâd they do? They gave the cheetahâs their very own Service Dogs! The dogs make them feel safe, protected and secure!
AJHHHHFDDGHH SO PRECIOUS
this post just got so much better
THIS IS OFFICIALLY MY FAVOURITE POST
this is emmett and cullen they are best friends
This is the greatest thing Iâve seen all day.
Dogs are truly angels.
so THATS why these cheetah ft dogo pics exist
the anxiety cat
Also! Cheetahs are not in fact classified as big cats, they are simply very large lesser cats, due to the fact that they purr, meow, chirp, and cannot roar. Also many cheetahs have learned to recognize wildlife photographers are friends and not foes, so they will just come up to people and be friendly occasionally as pictured at the top of the chain. Some will even leave their Cubs with photographers to look after while they hunt. So. Yeah. Cheetahs are great
every person can feel freddieâs presence in their souls when they sing MAMAAAAAA UUHHHH, I DONT WANNA DIE, I SOMETIMES I WISH IâVE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL with all the air in their lungs iâm not joking
itâs fucking crazy to think about the amount of people who have sung bohemian rhapsody? like itâs such a unifying song, by nature of the fact that so many people know it. it holds so many good memories for me and other people. itâs a song you scream in the car with your friends while you drive around your boring hometown, itâs a song you drunkenly sing with your arm around your best friend, or a song you sing along to with strangers when itâs on in public. itâs bittersweet to think about freddieâs legacy carrying on like that through his masterpiece. freddie carries on because heâs a part of so many peopleâs good memories and bohemian rhapsody is a huge part of that.
Reblog if you have sung bohemian rhapsody with your friends
every time i see this post iâm reminded of the video of 65,000 people singing bohemian rhapsody in near-perfect harmony
like, what other song can make that claim?
Some of the highlights of that video include:
The crowd cheering after the first stanza when they realize what theyâre all doing
So many people audibly âdoing the guitar partsâ⊠like ya do
The sheer number of voices joining the rediculous falsetto (thanks, Roger)
How they all start jumping at the ramp-up âso you think you can stomp meâ
Hands up, hundreds, thousands deep for the final âoooooâs and the last line to close the song
Only days before my state went into lockdown, âBohemian Rhapsodyâ came on in the restaurant kitchen Iâd just been hired at and, no shit, every single worker in that little diner started singing along. Me (the only queer afaik), the manager, all the other kitchen workers, the dishwasher up front, the two people on the counter, all but two of the men over 30. Just belting out Freddie Mercury at the top of their lungs. And you can bet when âsometimes I wish Iâd never been born at allâ came around, we every single one of us ramped up the intensity and basically made sure Freddie could hear us in the afterlife.
One of the things that struck me, listening to the video, is that you cannot distinguish the original vocals from the crowd, and sometimes you can barely hear the music. And the POV is on the stage the speakers are playing the song from!
Thereâs good reason why, nearly fifty years after the height of their career, Queen is still considered one of the best bands of all time ever.
(And how albums left lying about in cars will eventually metamorphose into Best of Queen albums.)
Something else thatâs rather incredible about this is, Bohemian Rhapsody is a very difficult song from a technical standpoint. Likeâhumor me, okay, go flip it on and try to sing the whole thing at the top of your voice without falling off-key, out of breath, or cracking at least once. Then come back.
Okay. Youâre back? Welcome back. Unless youâre a trained singer, you probably canât do it. There are too many long notes, too many key changes, and too many places whereâif youâre singing all the partsâyouâre just up and down the scale too damned fast. Iâm saying this as a trained singer and I canât do it. I always crack on âmagnificoâ and âleave me to die,â and I have a pretty decent range, but I know I sound ugly as hell on that final coda.
Okay. Now that weâve established that, I want to talk a little about singing as a chorus. One of the things a lot of people learned during the pandemic is how hard it is to take twenty people, all in different places, and stitch them together to make a single coherent song with perfect pitch and timing. Youâre all practicing on slightly your own tempo, slightly your own key, even if youâre all working from the same base track. (You can see this in a lot of the Wellerman compilations from Tiktok, where someone always says âSoonâ a moment before everyone else on âsoon may the Wellerman come.â) When you have a chorus comprised of many smaller choruses that are all traveling to be together, this is what dress rehearsal is forâto get all of you onto the same tempo so youâre starting and finishing at exactly the same time. This is a thing that normally only happens after at least several days of practice, and it is an important skill that must be taught. Youâre not just born knowing how to do this.
I do not know how many people at that Green Day concert were trained singers. But I do know there is no way in hell all few thousand of them were a single groupâthey showed up a few at a time, maybe even flying solo for the night. Now go and listen to the video again. Listen to the ends of verses and the pickups. Theyâre fucking crisp as hell. Everyone is starting and ending at the same place. Not even a single note off. (And yes, you can hear when itâs a single note off, even in a crowd that big. A handful of people would be enough to throw it off.) And while a few in the crowd may be off-key, so many more are on-key that the cumulative effect is of the song being on-key. This isnât even the band theyâre there to see.
They donât just know this song, this technically-difficult song, this long and complex song by a completely different band. They know it perfectly. They know it down to the fucking note. They know it so well that they did it in perfect synchrony, without a single chance to practice.
Do you know how insane that is?
I would not call myself a trained singer (four years of high school chorus class is the extent of âproper trainingâ) but Iâve been singing as long as I can remember. My mom taught me how to listen for the harmonies behind the melody of songs. I have a talent for note jumps other people have trouble with (I have no idea how/why I can do this. I do not question I just sing). There is at least one spot in Bohemian Rhapsody where Iâm singing the backup instead of the melody, and I figured it out myself. I have yet to throw anyone off when I sing it with others because they expect to hear that in the background and donât register where itâs coming from
I love that the second half of pride & prejudice is all Elizabeth going âoh no, Mr. Darcy is so much better than I thought him, yet I cannot in any way court or depend on the renewal of his affections, how could I expect him to want to connect himself to my family now, it is not to be imaginedâ until Lady Catherine turns up to say she canât marry him and she snaps instantly to âI WILL MARRY WHOEVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE, I WILL MARRY HIM THIS INSTANT, JUST WATCH MEâ
87 year old grandmother from India brings joy into the hearts of transgender people all over the world
Kali published the following Instagram post on the role of her grandmother in her life in this Instagram post:
The necklace Iâm wearing in this photo was the first gift my grandmother gave to me after I came out to show her support for my transition. My grandmother was and is still my biggest support in my life.Â
When I came out to her, I was scared she may not understand it and our relationship getting ruined. She was extremely worried at first about how society would treat me and had some health issues because of the stress, but she never let me know that she was worried.Â
Slowly with time, she started getting better and now Fully loves me as the woman I am. She was the one who helped me make my mom and other relatives understand and accept me.Â
I asked her if she wanted to be part of a reel for @officialhumansofbombay and she was so excited to do it with me and she said she wants to give a strong message to society to help every Transgender person out there to gain acceptance and love from their family.
I have included the video from Humans of Bombay above.
The 87-year-old says that she no longer cares about âlog kya kahengeâ â a Hindi phrase meaning, âwhat will people think.â
See also LGBTQ Nation and Republic World.
punks of color bc this website is slacking
Some more from my collection
Photographer KhĂĄnh Phan captures incense production in Hanoi, Vietnam. Beautiful!
Sevilla, España
my favorite d&d thing is when someone flubs like a really obvious perception roll or something and the dm gets to be like, âwell, youâre pretty sure youâre in a room but you could be wrongâ
it is either really wet or really dry, youâre not entirely sure
One time a guy in our party rolled a nat 20 on a perception check, but there was nothing around he didnt already see, so the DM said âYouâre not quite sure, but for a few seconds it seems like youâre standing on a giantâs table, surrounded by 5 Giants. Your party seems to look stiff and fake, and Large papers and Dice are strewn around you. Then, everything goes back to normal.â
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Gen Z is awesome and generational fighting is bad, but I do sometimes talk to Gen Z folks and Iâm like... oh... you cannot comprehend before the internet.
Like activists have been screaming variations on âeducate yourself!â for as long as Iâve been alive and probably longer, but like... actually doing so? Used to be harder?
And anger at previous generations for not being good enough is nothing new. I remember being a kid and being horrified to learn how recent desegregation had been and that my parents and grandparents had been alive for it. Asking if they protested or anything and my mom being like âI was a childâ and my grandma being like âwell, no, I wasnât into politicsâ but I was a child when I asked so that didnât feel like much of an excuse from my mother at the time and my grandmotherâs excuse certainly didnât hold water and I remember vowing not to be like that.
So kids today looking at adults and our constant past failures and being like âHow could you not have known better? Why didnât you DO better?â are part of a long tradition of kids being horrified by their history, nothing new, and also completely justified and correct. That moral outrage is good.
But I was talking to a kid recently about the military and he was talking about how heâd never be so stupid to join that imperialist oppressive terrorist organization and I was like, âWait, do you think everyone who has ever joined the military was stupid or evil?â and he was like, well maybe not in World War 2, but otherwise? Yeah.
And I was like, what about a lack of education? A lack of money? The exploitation of the lower classes? And he was like, well, yeah, but thatâs not an excuse, because you can always educate yourself before making those choices.
And I was like, how? Are you supposed to educate yourself?
And he was like, well, duh, research? Look it up!
And I was like, and how do you do that?
And he was like, start with google! Itâs not that hard!
And I was like, my friend. My kid. Google wasnât around when my father joined the military.
Then go to the library! The library in the small rural military town my father grew up in? Yeah, uh, it wasnât exactly going to be overflowing with anti-military resources.
Well then he should have searched harder!
How? How was he supposed to know to do that? Even if he, entirely independently figured out he should do that, how was he supposed to find that information?
He was a kid. He was poor. He was the first person in his family to aspire to college. And then by the time he knew what he signed up for it was literally a criminal offense for him to try to leave. Because thatâs the contract you sign.
(Now, listen, my father is also not my favorite person and we agree on very little, so this example may be a bit tarnished by those facts, but the material reality of the exploitative nature of military recruitment remains the same.)
And this is one of a few examples Iâve come across recently of members of Gen Z just not understanding how hard it was to learn new ideas before the internet. Iâm not blaming anyone or even claiming itâs disproportionate or bad. But the same kids that ten years ago I was marveling at on vacation because they didnât understand the TV in the hotel room couldnât just play more Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on demand - because theyâd never encountered linear prescheduled TV, are growing into kids who cannot comprehend the difficulty of forming a new worldview or making life choices when you cannot google it. When you have maybe one secondhand source or you have to guess based on lived experience and what youâve heard. Information, media, they have always been instant.
Society shouldâve been better, people shouldâve known better, it shouldnât have taken so long, and we should be better now. Thatâs all true.
But controlling information is vital to controlling people, and information used to be a lot more controlled. By physical law and necessity! No conspiracy required! Thereâs limited space on a newspaper page! Thereâs limited room in a library! If you tried to print Wikipedia it would take 2920 bound volumes. Thatâs just Wikipedia. You could not keep the internetâs equivalent of resources in any small town in any physical form. It wasnât there. We did not have it. When we had a question? We could not just look it up.
Kids today are fortunate to have dozens of firsthand accounts of virtually everything important happening at all times. In their pockets.
(They are also cursed by this, as we all are, because itâs overwhelming and can be incredibly bleak.)
If anything, today the opposite problem occurs - too much information and not enough time or context to organize it in a way that makes sense. Learning to filter out the garbage without filtering so much you insulate yourself from diverse ideas, figuring out whoâs reliable, thatâs where the real problem is now.
But I do think it has created, through no fault of anyone, this incapacity among the young to truly understand a life when you cannot access the relevant information. At all. Where you just have to guess and hope and do your best. Where educating yourself was not an option.
Where the first time you heard the word lesbian, it was from another third grader, and she learned it from a church pastor, and it wasnât in the school libraryâs dictionary so you just had to trust her on what it meant.
I am not joking, I did not know the actual definition of the word âfuckâ until I was in high school. Not for lack of trying! I was a word nerd, and I loved research! It literally was not in our dictionaries, and I knew Iâd get in trouble if I asked. All I knew was it was a âbad wordâ, but what it meant or why it was bad? No clue.
If history felt incomprehensibly cruel and stupid while I was a kid who knew full well the feeling of not being able to get the whole story, I cannot imagine how cartoonishly evil it must look from the perspective of someone whoâs always been able to get a solid answer to any question in seconds for as long as theyâve been alive. To Gen Z, we must all look like monsters.
Iâm glad they know the things we did not. I hope one day they are able to realize how it was possible for us not to know. How it would not have been possible for them to know either, if they had lived in those times. I do not need their forgiveness. But I hope they at least understand. Information is so powerful. Understanding that is so important to building the future. Underestimating that is dangerous.
We were peasants in a world before the printing press. We didnât know. Iâm so sorry. For so many of us we couldnât have known. I cannot offer any other solace other than this - my sixty year old mother is reading books on anti-racism and posting about them to Facebook, where sheâs sharing whatâs sheâs learning with her friends. Ignorance doesnât have to last forever.
i do care if someone hires someone to clean though like you canât just throw that out there as if it isnât well known that those people that are hired to clean your home exist because theyâre poor. wash your own dirty dishes
I understand what youâre saying, but you also seem to be ignoring the fact that people who are hiring these poor people to clean their houses are giving those people jobs. If they werenât hiring them to clean their houses, these people may not have a job at all.
i donât agree with this logic. i donât think we need to settle for a job or nothing, is the same to be said for women who work under slavery like conditions in clothing factories in poor countries? why canât we fight for change instead of accepting that some people just have to be maids
Before she moved in to take care of her, my aunt hired a maid to come to my disabled grandmotherâs house once a week to clean for like 2-3 hours and paid her $80 every time she came over. Thereâs no way my grandmother, who had a bum hip from a car accident and hobbled around with her walker (back when she could even walk), could clean her own house. Maids provide an invaluable service, especially for the elderly and disabled, and they shouldnât be eliminated just because you think their jobs are somehow not good enough for anyone to be doing. Many jobs like housecleaners, gardeners, etc., are great for people who may not speak the local language, who may have had a limited education, or who came here as adults with limited opportunities. My grandfather, who could speak four languages fluently but his English sucked, became a janitor at the age of 58 to support his family when they first came to America, and his kids always advocated that you should treat blue-collar and traditionally low-paid workers with respect because those jobs are valuable and even someone who cleans toilets is a person who is trying their best. Basically, we shouldnât try to eliminate these jobs; they should just be better compensated.
There are like 6 cleaning companies in my local area and theyâre all run by local women who just LOVE CLEANING
We really need to stop thinking that some jobs are âbeneathâ people.
If you canât/donât want to do something that needs done, hire someone.
But PAY THEM for their value and RESPECT THEM as people
It isnât humiliating to do basic labor as long as youâre treated with dignity.
My friend asked how I learned to cook and the answer is I didn't. I know like 5 things about cooking and they are:
Always use more garlic than the recipe calls for
"Ehhh fuck it close enough" is a great measurement tool
Find like 5 recipes that you like, adjust them how you like them, make them until you hate them
Clean as you go
If a recipe is from a mommy blog, you will need more spices
If anyone wants to add, please do
None of these are wrong.
I reblogged this earlier but I forgot to add. Cooking: use approximate ingredients
Baking: USE EXACT MEASUREMENTS
Know how to make meals using pantry staples.
HOLY SHIT???
God I love it when people mash classic arts and modern art together, it creates the most incredible things
Now with her name
A lot of adulthood is shouting âAUGH MY LAUNDRYâ hours after you put it in the washer/dryer and running to go fetch it
oh shit my laundry
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