Dec 16, 2025
Hey Kris did you know ants do these cool thing where one goes off track and they start following eachother in a circle thinking they're going somewhere? It's called a death spiral!
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Hey Kris did you know ants do these cool thing where one goes off track and they start following eachother in a circle thinking they're going somewhere? It's called a death spiral!
scarian week day 2 promises / betrayal
let's recap what we've learned about the United States in the last few days.
things that are terrorism:
allegedly shooting a healthcare CEO whose company generated more pure profit (not revenue, profit) in a year than the GDP of 94 countries, exclusively by denying coverage to people who pay for it
a 42-year-old mother of 2 using the wrong combination of 7 words during a heated conversation with a call center employee at a health insurance company who was in the process of denying her health coverage.
things that are not terrorism:
mass shooting in a Black church to incite a race war
going to a BLM protest specifically to kill protestors
a neo-nazi running over a crowd of people, killing a woman
targeting and killing 23 latinos in an el paso, texas walmart
killing 12 people in a theatre, shooting 58 others, rigging your apartment with explosives
a QAnon groyper killing 7 and shooting ~50 at a 4th of July parade
killing 3 people and shooting several others at a Planned Parenthood in defense of the unborn
stalking someone relentlessly and then killing them and their child despite months of the victim making police reports
any one of the 1,200 murders committed by US police yearly, the vast majority being minorities
tightening your border while ~100 immigrants (including children) drown every year in the Rio Grande
United Healthcare killing an unnknowable number of elderly people by using faulty AI to deny medically necessary coverage
Aetna killing a woman by refusing to cover her cancer care
Blue Cross killing a 6-year-old by denying her appendicitis surgery
Cigna killing a 17-year-old child by denying her liver transplant
the pharmaceutical industry killing half a million people with opioids in the name of producing revenues in 2023 that rivaled the GDPs of countries like Spain, Mexico, and Australia.
the United States killing 45,000 people a year because they can't access health coverage
make sure you keep this guide handy the next time you find yourself interacting with your insurance company or any other millionaire, billionaire, or an individual who is part of a protected class such as a CEO or president of a corporation.
Their complicated relationship has always broken my heart… 💔
The reason fat cadavers are not accepted for medical programmes is that you need to cut through every layer of fat carefully. Which takes time, and lab sessions are inherentely limited in that. It's better for med students to spend that time looking at what organs actually look like in bodies. This isn't fatphobia, it's just .. the way dissecting bodies works? In the same way surgeries on fat people take longer because there's just physically more tissue. The alternative would be to force the med students who get fatter cadavers to do more lab sessions at weird times outside of the usual schedules. Or force them to stay over the holidays. Or not let them get enough time to do the lab work they need to. Which imo would be a bit fucked up especially when med school is already so difficult and time-consuming.
It’s fatphobia. Fat bodies absolutely need to be studied. To ignore an entire demographic of oppressed individuals in the medical field for the sake of convenience(?!) is violence. Did you even read the article? They called working on fat cadavers “unpleasant.” It’s fatphobia and it’s unacceptable.
today i learned that humans can mold... Usually flesh decomposes naturally by rotting, so why the heck would it start to mold?
In order for mold to grow you'd first need to halt the decomposition process, usually via embalming. If then placed in a moist environment...
I guess this is why mold only appears on cooked meats, whereas spoiled raw meat just turns brown.
꒰shrine꒱ sukuna lost the love of his life ꩜ cw: heavy angst. grief. major character death (reader)
What a fool the King of Curses had become.
Reduced to something he used to mock – a man ruled by emotion, unable to fight back against the way they spilled from his eyes and from the open wounds on his knuckles; a blind rage that had left bloodied dents on the walls.
The walls you had been so adamant on decorating. With ridiculous ideas of portraits and family pictures you'd one day take together. One day. A day that never came.
You humans were fragile things, he knew that.
He knew that.
But how could he have resisted you? When your smile made him believe he had a heart again? When your eyes alone made him want, crave, yearn for something he used to deem so unnecessary?
Sukuna loved you from the moment he first saw you.
And that would be the death of him.
Because you weren't here anymore.
No.
He was alone again.
Alone with the stupid walls in that colour he hated, but you had looked so happy when you chose it. Even more so when he lifted you up on his shoulders so you could reach the ceiling, dragging the colour all over with the large brush as he watched from below, mesmerized by your smile.
You had pouted when you saw the end result of your uneven streaks, but Sukuna told you it was perfect. Of course it was perfect – you had created it.
He still remembered the way you smiled, lifting yourself up on the tips of your toes to kiss his deformed cheek. No one else had ever been gentle with him like that. Why the fuck would they?
Another punch breaks through the wall, another punch bringing him back to this horrifying reality he can't accept. Was this what he deserved? Were the gods mocking him again?
Whatever crime he was paying for, whatever law of retribution he had triggered, it didn't change the fact you didn't deserve it. Sukuna would have chosen his own demise over yours any day; would have gladly left this world if it meant you could still be here, safe, smiling.
Putting up the pictures you dreamed of. Having the family you deserved.
Sukuna's knees give out before he can throw the next punch, falling to the floor with a loud thud, his vision hazy with so many tears he didn't even know he could shed.
Over the corner of his eye, something catches his attention though. It's in one of the moving boxes you hadn't finished unpacking, now lying half thrown on the ground with it's contents spilled.
But there, he saw it – the smile he loved. The face he needed to see more than anything.
Sukuna crawled to it like a man condemned, shoving everything else out of the way to pick up the picture on the floor. When had you framed this? He couldn't remember, but the memory of it was clear as day in his mind – a day in the park, a polaroid some stranger had taken without permission and dared ask money for. Sukuna already had a scowl on his face, but you convinced him to buy it. You said you loved it.
It showed the two of you in a moment where you thought no one was looking. Just a casual day, leaning on the bridge under the bright sun, his arm around your waist. Your face was turned to him with a beaming smile, and his lips also tugged upwards in a look he only ever shared with you.
Sukuna had thought the man's suggestion so offensive he had barely bothered to look at it. But he was glad you convinced him to buy it.
Sukuna loved it too.
His crimson eyes turned to the walls then, resolute, already looking for a hammer and nail he was sure would be lying around one of the moving boxes. His legs brought him up again, moving to the half destroyed wall with the picture in his hands.
You said you wanted pictures of your family on there.
He could do that for you.
He'd find every picture you ever took and nail it to the walls of the home you were never able to make.
Fuck it, he'd make a whole shrine.
Honour you in any way he could.