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Twig (they/she) 26 ☆ main blog, mostly shitposts and social justice ☆ previously lowpolyvulpix ☆ aesthetic blog @ astrobotanist.tumblr.com ☆ icon by toastgoat.tumblr.com ☆ header by dykedva.tumblr.com ☆ ask me about Horsepilot

[twiggysawdust]

Total solar eclipse over Erie, Pennsylvania, 8 April 2024

[some-fuckin-werewolf]

Debunking the AI food delivery hoax that fooled Reddit

A “whistleblower” tried to corroborate his viral post with AI-generated evidence. This is how I caught him. PLUS: Grok's image-generation cr

so i'm no huge fan of rideshare and delivery apps, but this? this post?

completely fake. the article linked above thoroughly debunks it.

[rylandsgrace]

Superman (2025) | Adventures in the Making of Superman

[expressions-of-nature]

Okinawa, Japan by Ippei & Janine

[ef-1]

My favouritest sport fact ever is that in 1990s 2 cardiac surgeons watched an f1 race to save the lives of countless kids. The Great Ormond Street Hospital for Children (GOSH) kept losing the lives of patients after successful heart surgeries. Specifically the 10-15 minutes after a bonefide clinically successful surgery patients would die:

And so the two surgeons filmed a handover after heart surgery and sent it to the Ferrari pitcrew who were told to critique and improve handover process

And from this:

we got this:

The error rate during patien handovers dropped from 30% to 10% with the F1 informed protocol.

I literally love this fact so much because being an pitcrew member is such a thankless job because theyre underpaid and overworked mechanics and they literally saved lives in this instance.

[mondengel2]

When Formula 1 Met Medicine: The F1 Pit Stop That Saved Lives

Doctors at Great Ormond Street Hospital turned to Formula 1 for answers. By studying Ferrari’s pit-stop teamwork, they redesigned how patien

I love this!

And it that it wasn't a one and done.

The doctors went to the race tracks to watch the car changes and the pit crews went to the hospitals and watched a live transfer and offered suggestions and they kept working with them to improve.

After there was a successful improvement of the most vital metrics of a handover of a patient from surgery to ICU, the pit crews also worked with other hospitals for other procedures and it's now a whole thing of trying to apply the specialized, streamlined and speedy teamwork and nonverbal coordination of pit crews to other high-risk fields.

This is a perfect example of how two very different fields of knowledge meeting can make a huge leap forward in progress.

[stuckinapril]

They weren’t lying when they said that as an adult you have to fight for your life to practice your hobbies

[stuckinapril]

They also weren’t lying when they said that when you fail to do so your soul shrivels up inside your body and dies

[meow-moment]

this is such a point-and-click protagonist thing to say

[goldensunset]

the nearest depiction of an animal or other sentient fantasy creature to you at this moment comes to life right where it is (i.e. cat photograph, shark plushie, dragon painting, etc)

what happens to you

i am so dead

i need to go to the hospital

maybe a few things to be looked at but i’m fine in the end

i’m totally fine

i’m totally fine and i’m happy

my situation is really really really specific lemme tell you about it

n/a

Voting ended onJan 11

assume it doesn’t know you (unless it’s actually a specific animal you’ve met) and that it’s normal for its species and would do whatever was natural for it. including being too giant for and destroying the room it’s in. as well as dying immediately if its environment can’t support its life

[sowedpearls]

[gatheringbones]

[“To tackle that year, I tried something different. I took what little money I’d saved from my jobs and bought some flannels and a pair of boots. I grew a beard. I actively worked to turn myself into a version of the men I’d grown up fearing. And when I arrived on campus I told myself I was someone different than the frightful young man who’d failed so miserably. This guy was tougher. He didn’t worry what anyone thought of him and he certainly wasn’t soft. Maybe I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was trying to grow into the man they wanted me to be.

This sounds preposterous to an extent. The idea of transforming based on how you dress and carry yourself feels superficial, but it made an incredible difference. Though I knew deep down I was still the same boy who’d never fit in, the soft kid who’d disappointed most every man he ever knew, I was able to lose myself in the role and fake it enough to make it through the day. I strolled into class and pretended I didn’t care about anything. I practiced the nonchalant air the men around me projected, I stifled my natural inclination to talk and express myself.

In turn, this is how I met my first group of college friends. Because they hadn’t known me my entire life, I could be whoever I wanted with them. They didn’t need to know my secret shame. They could think I was tough, a little dangerous. With them, I was the guy who might make a show out of drinking Jack Daniel’s straight from the bottle. At the bars, I was the guy who got liquored up and didn’t shy away from a confrontation. I got aggressive. And even though I was performing, and even though I knew deep down the whole thing was a charade, I couldn’t help but take pride in the changes nonetheless.

Sometimes, out and about, loaded or else high from copious amounts of pot, I’d think of my dad, my stepdads, my high school peers. All of them had seen me for what I was. A sensitive, soft kid. A mama’s boy afraid of his own shadow. If they could only see me now, I’d think, and with each new exploit, each new instance of gambling with my health, slowly the line between who I was pretending to be and who I really was began to disappear.

I started thinking like somebody else. The performance turned to mimicry and that mimicry became deeply rooted. I had constructed a shell, a hardened exterior meant to hide my vulnerabilities, and after wearing it enough I molded to the casing. This, I’ve come to learn, is how toxic masculinity works. Most every man suffers for his inability to live up to the rigors of masculinity as a child, and most every man feels like an outsider. But they build up that shell at a much earlier age, and they conform to it as the years pass. The performance continues until there’s no performance anymore. There’s just a man who knows no other way.”]

jared yates sexton, from the man they wanted me to be: toxic masculinity and a crisis of our own making

[ardienteprofeta]

[ghostblogging]

[typed up a quick translation, apologies if there are any mistakes]

COMMUNICATON BOLIVARIAN REPUBLIC OF VENEZUELA The Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela rejects, disavows, and denounces before the international community the severe military agression perpetrated for the current Government of the United States of America against the Venezuelan people and territory in the civilian and military locales of Caracas, capital of the Republic, as well as te states of Miranda, Aragua, and La Guaira. This action consitutes a flagrant violation of the United Nations Charter, particularly articles 1 and 2, which consecrate the respect towards sovereignty, the judicial equality of States and the prohibition of the use of force. Such aggression threatens international peace and stability, particularly in Latin America and the Caribbean, and puts the lives of millions at risk.

The objective of this attack is no other than to take control over Venezuela's strategic resources, in particular petroleum and minerals, attempting to break by force the political independence of the Nation. They will not succeed. After more than two hundred years of independence, the people and the legitimate Government are firm in their defense of the sovereignty and the inalienable right to decide their destiny. The attempt to impose a colonial war in order to destroy the republican form of government and force a "regime change", in aliance with the fascist oligarchy will fail like all previous attempts.

Since 1811, Venezuela has fought and defeated empires. When in 1902 foreign powers bombed our coasts, President Cipriano Castro proclaimed: "The insolent foot of the foreigner has profaned the sacred soil of the Fatherland." Today, with the values of Bolivar, Miranda and our liberators, the Venezuelan people will rise once again to defend their independence against imperialist aggression.

People to the streets The Bolivarian Government calls all social and political forces in the country to activate mobilization plans and repel this imperilist attack. The people of Venezuela and the National Bolivarian Aremd Forces, in perfect popular-military-policing fusion, find themselves deployed to guarantee sovereignty and peace. Simultaneously, the Bolivarian Diplomacy for Peace will elevate the corresponding denouncements before the UN Security Council, the Secretary-General of that organizaton, CELAC and MNOAL, calling for the condemnation and accounting of the United States government.

The President Nicolas Maduro has signed and ordered the implementation of the Decree declaring the state of External Commotion in all the national territory, in order to protect the rights of the population, the continuing function of republican institution, and in order to pass immediately into armed struggle. All of the country must activate itself to defeat this imperialist aggression.

In the same way he has ordered the immediate deployment of the Command for the Integral Defense of the Nation and the Organs of Direction for Integral Defense in all states and municipalities of the country.

In strict adherence to article 51 of the United Nations Charter, Venezuela reserves the right to exercise a legitimate defense in order to protect their people, territory, and independence. We call for the people and governments of Latin America, the Caribbean, and the world to mobilize in active solidarity against this imperial agression.

As the Supreme Commander Hugo Chavez Frias once said, "against any new difficulties, no matter their size, the answer of all patriots… is unity, struggle, battle, and victory."

Caracas, January 3rd 2025

[voyage-of-the-porn-spreader]

tgis is so fucking funny to me. they accidentally Rock Lee'd a retired racehorse

[voyage-of-the-porn-spreader]

imagine youre a fat horse and your new neighbour is a personal trainer

[voyage-of-the-porn-spreader]

horse that reads Marcus Aurelius

[voyage-of-the-porn-spreader]

I was wrong. they didnt rock lee him. this horse is literally Gai. and i wish he was my dad

[noise-misato-boy-destroyer]

I was determined to kiss a cis guy at the rave last night so I walked up to the most not wearing a shirt jacked guy I could find, gave him The Look and he gave it back, and he leans in close to me and says in my ear "I always wanted to be a girl" 🙃🙃🙃

So I spent the next forty minutes forcefemming her on the dance floor and now she knows where to get underground estrogen, fuck your prime directive :3

[senatortedcruz]

Many of you I fear

[estrogenesis-eeveeangelion]

jesus loves me, this i know

his house is in the village, though

he will not see me stopping here,

while these visions did appear.

and this weak and idle theme,

i have no mouth? and i must scream.

and as in uffish thought he stood,

and Barrows did the same,

came whiffing through the tulgey wood

the patrons of the game.

the bridegroom's doors are open'd wide

and i am next of kin

the white eyes writhing in his face

like a devil's, sick of sin.

the woods are lovely, dark and deep

such a blaze you seldom see!

the carriage held but just ourselves

and immortality.

[tibbycaps]

Oh… his contentness! Wait… the beauty in his smile… Wait… 📸 Wait…! His appreciation for the world, he is free!!

[the-reconciliation-of-all-things]

how terrifying metamorphosis must be for the caterpillar has no concept of what it is doing, or what a butterfly is, or what will happen to it as it spins itself the cocoon. we r more alike than different

[importantandunavoidable]

there are parts of your future self in you waiting emerge but you have to become unrecognizable slime first

[peanutworm]

These tags are poetry to me