Whatever sparks something in me

She/Her. undiagnosed as completely insane, but also now free of my shackles in having finally embraced it. I've seen what happens next time, and it's beautiful. We made it together. just not yet. We go forward. It's okay. Trust the process. The answer was love. this is a safe place for all freaks. Yes that includes you, the one whos got that thing that scares you and everyone else, the one who thinks if the world saw you for what you are they would hate you. you could be right. but I still love you too. we go together.

[yr-tiktok-mom]

[birdonic-wave]

Always reblog the Stafford Gambit

[thememedaddy]

[liirker-at-thresholds]

I really like how the scientology speedrunning trend is developing, in this clip we see that the participants are

Not deterred by the closed door

Working as a group

Protecting their identities

Inflicting material costs to the institution via property destruction

Getting away at the end

These ideas were not all here from the beginning. They are genuinely gaining experience that can be applied elsewhere

[liirker-at-thresholds]

The church of scientology is on tumblr and they are sending me anon asks telling me that they can't even commit to reporting a post

[doomdoomofdoom]

[what-even-is-thiss]

I wonder if people in the fallout universe are still using 200 year old tampons or if some crazy chemist named fuckass atomic Becky or whatever has figured out how to mass manufacture them

[sword-saintisshin]

Come to think of it, I wonder what ancients did about their monthlies

[what-even-is-thiss]

Didn’t have them because of malnutrition, just bled all over the place, or used some rags

[assortedinsanities]

You... you are kidding right? You really think that in the tens of thousands (conservative estimate) of years of people wearing clothes (for the longest time an extremely valuable item) they never figured out anything better than rags or bleeding into their (sometimes irreplacable) clothing, or that literally everyone was constantly malnourished up until a hundret years ago? This is a joke right? I'm pretty sure people were smart enough to manufacture something disposable out of dried plant materials to solve an issue half of humanity has had for much of their lives. Ancient people figured out contraception through inserting vinegar soaked sponges, I'm pretty sure they had better solutions for menstruation than just going "Eh, whatever."

We also know from archeological evidence that the majority of people in most times where not malnutritioned. This should also be obvious by how we don't see constant malnutrition in other animal either, it is simply because malnutritioned individuals tend to die through injury or illness much more often, which means that a population of mostly manutrinioned individuals is bound to collapse.

[what-even-is-thiss]

Where did I say that everyone had malnutrition? Also using plants to absorb the blood is pretty similar to rags if you ask me.

There’s plenty of evidence that people used rags and sometimes people did have malnutrition. Like nothing you’ve said has disproven anything that I said in my short little explanation there.

[doomdoomofdoom]

OP is correct, but also my meds have kicked in so it's learning time.

Menstruation happens when the uterus built up some nice tissue for an egg but then there is no egg, so the tissue is flushed out with blood. Building up/removing tissue is a resource intensive process for your body. If it doesn't have resources, it can't do that.

While people throughout history weren't necessarily malnourished, humanity spent a lot of its time min-maxing calorie intake and physical labor. The massive conveniences we have in getting food today is, historically speaking, a super new development.

So. Limited Food + Hard Work = Very Few Resources To Spare For Reproduction = Less Periods (both in frequency and volume)

Back in the day, we also breastfed for much longer than we do today, which takes up more resources (we can group this under "hard work") and of course there were more pregnancies than we have today.

Su Hepburn of the Brighton Museum suggests that during the Stone Age, about 50 periods throughout life were typical. Today, that number is around 450.

Sidenote: "tens of thousands of years" is indeed a conservative estimate. We started wearing clothing sometime between 83,000 and 170,000 years ago, which makes them a pretty new invention in human history. The Stone Age lasted about 3.4 million years. (It only ended between 6000 and 4000 years ago) and Homo Sapiens hit the scene about 300,000 years ago.

So yeah, we did just kinda freebleed (assuming we did bleed) for possibly most of human history. We were also naked for a good bit of it (estimated 90,000 years between hairlessness and clothing).

Later in history, when we did have periods, we had a couple of ways of dealing with it, depending on environment and culture.

If you did have something soft around like (animal) hair, plant fiber, possibly moss, leftovers from making clothing (rags), etc., you could turn that into some sort of soaking device, either to be worn or to clean yourself off. These would most likely be made and used as needed, so there's a lot variety across human history.

I think theres a bit of a modern standard applied in the rant above because we treat menstruation very differently today, with our secret disposable pads and tampons that can stay there for hours and soak up soooo much liquid that you can wear them for hours without staining your clothes. If you were freebleeding in very early times, you could just wipe that shit off. Depending on your culture that would've been a super normal thing to do, or, if there was stigma around menstruation, you may have been isolated, so nobody was looking anyway. But also. Back in the olden times, you did stain your clothes. You'd clean them if possible but they definitely get dirty when you live a hunter gatherer lifestyle instead of an office job. Blood on your clothes didn't make them non-functional. You clean as best you can and put them back on. They're valuable for their functionality, first and foremost.

As we developed new technologies, our options expanded. Ancient Egypt saw the use of papyrus, in Ancient China they may have used absorbent paper, and in Ancient Greece they apparently wrapped lint around a small stick to fashion a tampon. When cloth became somewhat widely available, that was a popular and reusable choice. Specifically made pads if you could afford it (you couldnt) or, ykno, rags you scraped together.

I assume we know the developments from here and I need to get some breakfast so I'm sparing you the modern religious angle on menstruation stigma

[creekfiend]

I'm so glad that that truncated fucking ran-into-a-wall-at-speed tadpole-ass looking squirrel only lives in high altitude forests in Borneo bc this means I am extremely unlikely to encounter one in my day to day life. thank god

[tuftedpygmysquirrel]

Hello.

[creekfiend]

DID YOU MAKE THIS BLOG SIMPLY TO TORMENT ME

[tuftedpygmysquirrel]

I can go upside down.

[creekfiend]

WHERE IS THE REST OF YOU

[tuftedpygmysquirrel]

Here I am eating some delicious moss.

[thememedaddy]

[undeadentropy]

Olive trees can take over a decade to bear fruit from the time they are a seed. They must be loved and carefully nourished to ever grow up or bear fruit. To grow and process their fruit into oil is a loving craft with a living creature that must be cultivated over your entire life. These trees are something beautiful.

You're feeling wasn't wrong. He was showing you his children.

[sangreconcrema]

1. Man is a MORAL animal.

2. You can get human beings to do anything IF you convince them it is moral.

3. You can convince human beings anything is moral.

[bannertanks]

[pjackk]

We all got that feeble & extremely unpleasant loser friend that wont let u touch their shit just because yo hands sticky as fuck

[danikriatura]

The FBI cut the phone lines during the 1977 disability rights sit-in. Then they turned off the hot water.

They locked the doors from the outside. One hundred and fifty people were trapped on the fourth floor. Half of them used wheelchairs. The government assumed they would leave.

Kitty Cone was thirty-three. She had muscular dystrophy. Her muscles were failing, but her logistics were flawless. She knew how to organize people.

The federal government had promised to sign regulations protecting disabled Americans from discrimination. The policy was known as Section 504. They printed the promise on paper. Then they stalled. Without a signature, it was just typography.

The protesters entered the regional Health, Education, and Welfare building in San Francisco on a Tuesday morning. They took the elevators to the director's office. They brought sleeping bags and catheters. They informed the staff they were not leaving until the law was signed.

By sunset, the police surrounded the exits. Kitty sat near the windows. She organized the floor plan. She assigned committees for security and sanitation. She kept her medication in a small cooler.

According to federal memorandums released decades later, the strategy to end the occupation relied on medical attrition. The building was not equipped for long-term habitation. The FBI calculated that a population requiring ventilators, specialized diets, and daily medical aides would voluntarily evacuate if the environment became sufficiently hostile. They instituted a blockade.

The blockade went into effect immediately. No food deliveries allowed. No medical supplies permitted through the lobby. Guards stood at the main doors checking identification.

Kitty's muscles deteriorated faster under the physical strain. She couldn't walk. When the phone lines went dead, the fourth floor lost contact with the press. The government waited for the quiet.

Kitty dropped to the floor. She realized the barricades were designed for standing adults. The police had blocked the hallways at waist height. They hadn't blocked the linoleum.

The floors were covered in cigarette ash and spilled coffee. She dragged her body through it. She crawled under the barricades to reach the restricted elevator shafts and unguarded offices.

She carried notes in her pockets. She found a single working payphone the FBI missed. She called the local news desks. She called the mayor's office.

She crawled back. When her arms failed, someone pulled her by her ankles. The Black Panthers heard the news reports. They crossed the police lines with hot meals. The FBI could not stop them without a riot.

They shut off the elevators, so she crawled.

The occupation lasted twenty-five days. It remains the longest non-violent occupation of a federal building in American history. On April 28, the Secretary of HEW signed the regulations without a single alteration.

The protesters left the building the next morning. They went back to their apartments. The Rehabilitation Act regulations laid the groundwork for every accessibility law that followed. The HEW building still stands on United Nations Plaza. The elevators run on a schedule. The doors are heavy glass.

Kitty Cone: the woman who crawled under the barricades.

Source: Kitty Cone's oral history, Bancroft Library.

Verified via: National Museum of American History.

(Some details summarized for brevity.)

[danikriatura]

The FBI cut the phone lines during the 1977 disability rights sit-in. Then they turned off the hot water.

They locked the doors from the outside. One hundred and fifty people were trapped on the fourth floor. Half of them used wheelchairs. The government assumed they would leave.

Kitty Cone was thirty-three. She had muscular dystrophy. Her muscles were failing, but her logistics were flawless. She knew how to organize people.

The federal government had promised to sign regulations protecting disabled Americans from discrimination. The policy was known as Section 504. They printed the promise on paper. Then they stalled. Without a signature, it was just typography.

The protesters entered the regional Health, Education, and Welfare building in San Francisco on a Tuesday morning. They took the elevators to the director's office. They brought sleeping bags and catheters. They informed the staff they were not leaving until the law was signed.

By sunset, the police surrounded the exits. Kitty sat near the windows. She organized the floor plan. She assigned committees for security and sanitation. She kept her medication in a small cooler.

According to federal memorandums released decades later, the strategy to end the occupation relied on medical attrition. The building was not equipped for long-term habitation. The FBI calculated that a population requiring ventilators, specialized diets, and daily medical aides would voluntarily evacuate if the environment became sufficiently hostile. They instituted a blockade.

The blockade went into effect immediately. No food deliveries allowed. No medical supplies permitted through the lobby. Guards stood at the main doors checking identification.

Kitty's muscles deteriorated faster under the physical strain. She couldn't walk. When the phone lines went dead, the fourth floor lost contact with the press. The government waited for the quiet.

Kitty dropped to the floor. She realized the barricades were designed for standing adults. The police had blocked the hallways at waist height. They hadn't blocked the linoleum.

The floors were covered in cigarette ash and spilled coffee. She dragged her body through it. She crawled under the barricades to reach the restricted elevator shafts and unguarded offices.

She carried notes in her pockets. She found a single working payphone the FBI missed. She called the local news desks. She called the mayor's office.

She crawled back. When her arms failed, someone pulled her by her ankles. The Black Panthers heard the news reports. They crossed the police lines with hot meals. The FBI could not stop them without a riot.

They shut off the elevators, so she crawled.

The occupation lasted twenty-five days. It remains the longest non-violent occupation of a federal building in American history. On April 28, the Secretary of HEW signed the regulations without a single alteration.

The protesters left the building the next morning. They went back to their apartments. The Rehabilitation Act regulations laid the groundwork for every accessibility law that followed. The HEW building still stands on United Nations Plaza. The elevators run on a schedule. The doors are heavy glass.

Kitty Cone: the woman who crawled under the barricades.

Source: Kitty Cone's oral history, Bancroft Library.

Verified via: National Museum of American History.

(Some details summarized for brevity.)

[danikriatura]

The FBI cut the phone lines during the 1977 disability rights sit-in. Then they turned off the hot water.

They locked the doors from the outside. One hundred and fifty people were trapped on the fourth floor. Half of them used wheelchairs. The government assumed they would leave.

Kitty Cone was thirty-three. She had muscular dystrophy. Her muscles were failing, but her logistics were flawless. She knew how to organize people.

The federal government had promised to sign regulations protecting disabled Americans from discrimination. The policy was known as Section 504. They printed the promise on paper. Then they stalled. Without a signature, it was just typography.

The protesters entered the regional Health, Education, and Welfare building in San Francisco on a Tuesday morning. They took the elevators to the director's office. They brought sleeping bags and catheters. They informed the staff they were not leaving until the law was signed.

By sunset, the police surrounded the exits. Kitty sat near the windows. She organized the floor plan. She assigned committees for security and sanitation. She kept her medication in a small cooler.

According to federal memorandums released decades later, the strategy to end the occupation relied on medical attrition. The building was not equipped for long-term habitation. The FBI calculated that a population requiring ventilators, specialized diets, and daily medical aides would voluntarily evacuate if the environment became sufficiently hostile. They instituted a blockade.

The blockade went into effect immediately. No food deliveries allowed. No medical supplies permitted through the lobby. Guards stood at the main doors checking identification.

Kitty's muscles deteriorated faster under the physical strain. She couldn't walk. When the phone lines went dead, the fourth floor lost contact with the press. The government waited for the quiet.

Kitty dropped to the floor. She realized the barricades were designed for standing adults. The police had blocked the hallways at waist height. They hadn't blocked the linoleum.

The floors were covered in cigarette ash and spilled coffee. She dragged her body through it. She crawled under the barricades to reach the restricted elevator shafts and unguarded offices.

She carried notes in her pockets. She found a single working payphone the FBI missed. She called the local news desks. She called the mayor's office.

She crawled back. When her arms failed, someone pulled her by her ankles. The Black Panthers heard the news reports. They crossed the police lines with hot meals. The FBI could not stop them without a riot.

They shut off the elevators, so she crawled.

The occupation lasted twenty-five days. It remains the longest non-violent occupation of a federal building in American history. On April 28, the Secretary of HEW signed the regulations without a single alteration.

The protesters left the building the next morning. They went back to their apartments. The Rehabilitation Act regulations laid the groundwork for every accessibility law that followed. The HEW building still stands on United Nations Plaza. The elevators run on a schedule. The doors are heavy glass.

Kitty Cone: the woman who crawled under the barricades.

Source: Kitty Cone's oral history, Bancroft Library.

Verified via: National Museum of American History.

(Some details summarized for brevity.)

[mevil]

[undeadentropy]

They're planning an escape Finding Nemo style

[largishcat]

okay now that we’ve a had couple lesbian blockbusters and milfs are having a romance moment, we need to bring back the manic pixie dream girl. she was never fuckin suited to fixing all the problems of some boring twenty year old everyman, but you know who could actually benefit from a quirky free-spirited blue haired girl with pronouns (she/they)? a newly divorced forty-something mom who’s trying to learn how to be herself for the first time in her life

[ashenmind]

[minmos]

kfc mobile app automatically put in my order under the name Nasty Ned and i cant change it can someone kill me expeditiously please

[minmos]

ITWONT LET ME CHANGE IT

[atelier-tamamoland]

sixpencee got less hate for straight-up admitting to owning a child slave than I do for saying children shouldn't be treated as property

[atelier-tamamoland]

like i'll say "parents should not be able to unilaterally override their child's consent" and some dipshit will see the word consent and the smoke from the hollowed-out crater that used to be their critical thinking skills will immediately coalesce into a message in my ask box calling me a pedo. no fucking hope for any of you

[atelier-tamamoland]

which I say, by the way, because one of my closest friends was able to be effectively disappeared off the face of the earth and sent into the woods to be sexually abused and tortured into being straight due to parents effectively owning their children as property. if you are a minor your consent simply does not actually matter - whether you get vaccinated, whether you get to go to school, whether people get to hug touch you, what you wear, how your hair is cut, what your hobbies are, whether you get to have friends, and yes, whether you want to be sent to a torture camp in the woods or not - your consent is entirely meaningless because your parents can simply override it, and there's fuckall you can do about it, because you aren't a person, you're just property. the family dog has more protections against being abused than children do

but! if you ever point this out you get called you a rapist

[sentient-tent]

This is Tie, she is going to eat all of the notes

[sentient-tent]

reblog to feed her notes

[elodieunderglass]

How is she doing this