"oh, if you make out with friends, you could ruin the friendship" so who am i supposed to kiss? my enemies? get a grip
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"oh, if you make out with friends, you could ruin the friendship" so who am i supposed to kiss? my enemies? get a grip
i'd like to take this time to apologize for my prior lapse of judgement. listening and learning
I have just learned that Mountain Goats are NOT, in fact, actual Goats.
I have never heard of this band. I AM in fact referring to the animal.
But wait, there’s more!
but you know what IS a goat? a musk ox
WHAT
Anyone else notice that there’s finally WOMEN on money?? I mean they’re quarters but still, gotta start somewhere
I’m the polar opposite of anti-maskers, in that no matter how low the risk of transmitting a disease in the future, I will be wearing a mask. It’s just a part of my going out clothes now.
Am I sick? Am I dysphoric? Am I trying to avoid the facial recognition technology of the dystopic modern age? None of your business, keep your distance.
If i’m telling you, “this is a hot plate.” But I make no effort to put it down, i’m internally yelling at you to move your shit. Your phone. Your keys. Your bread. Whatever is directly in front of you is from that point on is now classified as your shit. The shit you are suddenly responsibly for and I am burning my hands for. Move your shit. I’m not going to move it for you.
Shoutout to the people who see me approaching with their food and immediately start clearing the way for me. You are the real MVPs. You know what’s up. You understand.
As for everybody else. Move. Your. Shit.
We see that and we respect the fuck out of you. Thank you.
Cinderella “plot holes” I am tired of hearing about
“Why didn’t her step family recognize her?” Because royal balls were basically the candle lit equivalent of clubbing in terms of both lighting and sheer numbers. Even if they were right next to her, they probably wouldn’t get a good look, especially since it would have started after sundown. Also, she was the help; they probably hadn’t looked at her in years.
“Looking for someone based on their shoe size is stupid!” See above.
“Was he going to have every size seven in the kingdom try the slipper on?” Prior to industrialization most garments were made by hand to fit the buyer’s measurements, including shoes. It’s why poor people only had one pair. It’s a lot smarter when you consider that they would’ve fit her like a glove.
“You can’t run down stairs in heels!” I know this is a misconception resulting from historical revisionism and disneyfication, but high heels were not originally women’s shoes. They were worn by men. Women wore slippers, which were basically ballet flats. So it’s debatable.
“Glass shoes don’t make any sense!” Okay first of all, it’s called the suspension of disbelief, and secondly, they’re gold in every other version but Perrault decided to change them to something else expensive.
“She just went to the ball to find a man!” I know this isn’t a plot hole but listen. As the daughter of a widower Cinderella would’ve been running the household finances and acting as hostess if he hadn’t remarried. By demoting Cinderella to a servant, her step-mother essentially guaranteed that she would never escape the house, because the only way for her to escape and maintain her status was to marry well, and no one was going to marry a servant. It was essentially the historical equivalent of your mom stealing your college acceptance letters out of the mailbox.
this was not an analysis i was prepared for, i’ll tell you that
sometimes i think about the golden record and i want to cry
there is a disk. it is 12 inches in diameter, it is made of copper, plated with gold. there is an inscription— “To the makers of music – all worlds, all times” on its surface. it lies on the space probe, Voyager 1, launched in 1977, to explore interstellar space beyond our solar system.
it contains human existence.
116 images— the sun, the location of our solar system, mathematical and physical unit definitions, and our planets, including a blue and swirling white sphere simply labelled “Home.” it contains images of human dna, of our atoms, their structure, the way they divide, our anatomy, our conception, our birth.
it does not contain an image of war. nor of disease, nor poverty, nor crime, religion, or ideology.
it does contain a father looking lovingly at his daughter. it does contain the picture of a tree toad in a gentle hand, of a woman eating a grape at a supermarket.
the remainder of the disk is audio. a 90-minute selection of music from all over the world, sounds, and greetings. there are greetings in 55 different languages, one akkadian, spoken in sumer about six thousand years ago, and one wu, a modern chinese dialect. the greetings call out to a friend. it wishes them well. it asks them if they have eaten yet.
but it contains other sounds too. it holds the sound of rain, of thunder, of a volcano and an earthquake. it holds the sound of mud pots and trains. it holds the sound of a mother kissing her child.
with little to erode it in space, the golden record would probably outlast all human creation. it will be 40,000 years before it approaches another planetary system. if it does, it cannot find intelligent life. intelligent life will have to find it, retrieve it from where it floats silent and small through space. we still don’t know if they would understand it.
in 7.5 billion years, the evolution of the sun would burn the earth up, and we would not exist any longer, but the voyager would fly on, bearing a memory.
bearing a disk with a little inscription etched by hand on its surface.
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“Prom is nothing but a huge party full of smiling, dancing people enjoying themselves. It’s literally my worst nightmare.”
[ID: Screenshot of tumblr tags reading “please op i am desperate for the context.” End ID.]
Sure, here ya go:
Lord George Gordon Byron was an English poet in the early 1800s.
He wrote several narrative poems that influenced the gothic genre and was a HUGE fucking slut. HUGE. This bisexual mess slept with so many fucking people it was insane, no gender was safe. Unfortunately that “no one was safe” mentality did not work out well for him bc there were a LOT of rumors that he impregnated his half-sister.
His only child from a legitimate marriage was from his wife, Lady Anne Isabella Noel Byron, who straight-up left him after a year. You know how divorce was uncommon in the 1800s? His wife was just so fed up with him that she did not care and left when her daughter was five weeks old.
This daughter was named Ada and would become known as Ada Lovelace.
Byron signed the separation papers and then left the country to have sex elsewhere and would later die when Ada was eight.
During that time if a couple divorced, usually the Dad would get full custody, so just in case he tried anything Lady Byron made sure to play the devoted and overattentive mother.
Lady Byron was absolutely paranoid that her daughter would become an insane gothic mess like her dad so she decided the only thing to do would be to make sure she did not become a Poet™. So she heavily encouraged Ada’s interests in science and mathematics.
Around the 1830-40s, Ada met Charles Babbage through a mutual friend and he showed her his prototype for a mechanical calculator. She got absolutely obsessed with this machine and began helping him out with it to the point where her notes on it became more extensive than his.
She also added notes to a translation of a paper on this engine that is considered to be the first published algorithm.
These notes on the engine and translation became the basis for computer programming.
She’s considered The First Computer Programmer™
So, because Lord Byron was a little slut and his wife wanted their daughter to Not Be, we now have to deal with tumblr discourse. Thank you and goodnight.
Vampire fiction and science fiction as we know it today also exist as a direct result of his friends being stuck in a cabin with him during a storm so there’s that as well. Hot vampires and sci-fi nerds are also his fault.
so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what
The full picture is even more heart breaking after you open the uncropped version. Just a heads-up, it's rough
“The Roman Catholic Parish in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan was just grafitted.”
Nah let’s post it. Let’s feel it. Don’t look away.
I notice alot of my followers on here skipping these posts just to mess with my lgbt ones, suspiciously the white popular ones.
Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.
Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.
Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.
They were CHILDREN.
They were murdered in cold blood.
how the fuck did we evolve grogginess, anyway. it seems EXTREMELY maladaptive
clearly waking up ought to flood us with adrenaline
i want to leap out of bed in the morning, screaming and ravenous
Simple answer is grogginess is more common now than it once was.
Before artificial lighting people went to sleep with the sun, woke up with the sun, and woke up in the middle of the night for about an hour or two. During this midnight wake up people would have sex, walk around, or before the development of permanent housing, people would move to another sleep spot to avoid predators and such. During this time anti stress hormones are released and when you wake up for real at the start of the day you would be way less likely to be groggy. This phenomenon was so widely experienced before the invention of artificial light that people referred to sleep in halves. “First sleep” and “second sleep.” Cause everyone would wake up in the middle of the night, as is natural.
Because of artificial lighting, it’s become a lot easier to not go to sleep with your natural sleep cycle and thus we don’t experience the middle of the night wake up sesh in which our bodies are flooded with anti stress hormones, thus we wake up groggy more often than we naturally would due to deviance from our bodies natural sleep cycle.
So I guess the real simple answer is nobody sleeps how they are naturally supposed to anymore.
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be right back guys i need to run out to O'Reilly's Auto Parts and get another jug of Boy Juice to soak in, got a big day tomorrow and want to wash up, brush my teeth, take care of these sniffles, and exfoliate
Folks, this exists and it's called Dr. Bronner's castile soap.
https://wildflowerbotanicals.wordpress.com/2010/11/02/18-uses-for-dr-bronners-soaps/
Hey what the fuck
This is Dr Emmanuel Bronner's wikipedia image
People are probably already educating the general populace about this fact, but of course the really fun part of Dr Bronner’s soap is the literal manifesto it has for a label.
Hey what the fuck (again)
Please someone tell me they've actually tried this product
I need to know if it actually works for ANY of the things listed
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I’m gonna guess that they aren’t normally allowed to sit on the furniture.