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tmgstudios:

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obsessed with this interaction

strangeasexuallegume:

beecoat:

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Imagine being Marina and seeing a griller for the first time, like, you’re responsible for that thing’s existence and now you have to destroy it to steal its power source. Thats has to be as destructive as it is healing.

“Pearlie, I’ve gotta confess. On one hand this feels incredible symbolically freeing but on the other hand these took so long to make, I don’t know if I can destroy them myself.”

“What”

“What”

normal-with-adhd-is-a-joke:

foxtomes:

on the topic of not using AI for research, also be aware of using automatic Google results because they rely on AI too and don’t ACTUALLY know what they’re talking about

case in point: oh let’s Google what flowers are safe for cats!

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Google: lilies! source? trust me bro

Lilies?

You mean perhaps the most poisonous plant for cats there is? that can cause sudden Organ Shut Down and Death? Thanks Google! Good thing I can rely on your handy suggestions so I don’t have to click on any actual websites and read to make sure your information is correct! (Also tulips and daffodils will also definitely Smite your cat but I’m not sure about the other flowers)

remember just because Google or an AI is telling you something confidently doesn’t mean it actually knows what it’s talking about

I trust no seasoned writer or researcher does this but this is more a message to newer or younger writers or anyone with less experience with Google and how it works

slightly unrelated to the original post but if you actually want a list of safe and unsafe plants for dogs, cats, and horses the ASPCA is here to help!

I have a lovely little plant eater so I never bring plants home without checking this list.

sonichedgeblog:
“Various lunchtime goods released for Sonic in Japan in the 90’s - including lunch boxes, a thermos, and even a toothbrush.
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Various lunchtime goods released for Sonic in Japan in the 90’s - including lunch boxes, a thermos, and even a toothbrush.

nyancrimew:

jame7t:

jame7t:

there’s a war between Sucking and Fucking

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you people cannot be trusted in the war room

and brother, i’m switching sides faster than a metronome

see-the-trees-enjoy-the-forest:

crabs-and-baramundis:

punishedpoisonwater:

crabs-and-baramundis:

scarabest:

scarabest:

it’s berry season here. i’ve eaten so many berries. i have a 5 pound box of blueberries next to me now.

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berry time

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Whatcha got there?

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NOT FOR BEAR!!!

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RUDE

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zendaya is meechee

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sorry I just wanted to put these right with the video in a post because this is still the funniest thing I have ever seen

The zendaya is meechee video is singlehandedly oppressing the straights

the straights are getting a little too comfortable on tumblr again reblog zendaya is meechee

permanently-sprained-ankle:

“I’m chronically ill, not drug seeking! I don’t want to be mistaken for an addict trying to get opiates in the emergency room!”

I totally understand not wanting to be mistreated, bullied, and denied treatment, or being misdiagnosed with a disorder you don’t have (in this case, substance use disorder). It shouldn’t happen, period.

The problem is when chronically ill people act like they’re better than addicts just because they themselves are going to the ER for a “real” reason. (If you don’t do that then I’m not talking about you)

Have you considered that the addicts and “drug seekers” shouldn’t be treated that way also? They too are seeking medical treatment for a disorder and/or withdrawal. Everybody deserves adequate treatment, yes, even if they are doing so because they are addicted to a substance.

dreamerdagn:
“my tears of the kingdom experience so far
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my tears of the kingdom experience so far

dreamerdagn:
“my tears of the kingdom experience so far
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my tears of the kingdom experience so far

bodhrancomedy:

foropinionssake:

bodhrancomedy:

My 90yr old Irish Catholic grandpa doesn’t miss with my gender. He’s never gotten my name wrong, or my pronouns, never even faltered over it.


It’s all so natural too: son, big man, young man…


We’ve never talked about it. He’s the only one who hasn’t pushed for details. He just accepted it and carried on because it’s not a huge deal.


It’s so comforting.

My dear that’s called Alzheimer’s

I wasn’t going to respond to this, I looked at your blog. Your irrational hatred and bile directed towards trans people is palpable and pathetic. This was intended to upset me. 

But I now have a chance to talk about who my grandfather is. 

You see, I find it interesting that you claim the only way my 90yr old grandfather could possibly be so accepting is if he was dying of one of the most horrible diseases known to man, a condition which eats your brain from the inside out and turns you in an angry, scared shell of the child you once were while your family has to grieve you long before you’re dead. 

You find it easier - and evidently prefer - to believe that to accept me, my grandfather must have Alzheimer’s rather than any other reason. 

Why is that easier to believe than a man who lived through (not was born during, not was around for, lived through) the Second World War and the aftermath, seeing footage of the concentration camps and meeting refugees would be accepting? 

A poor builder and a farmer who worked alongside queer men and deaf men and the few people of colour in Northern Ireland in the 1950s and was himself barred from many places of employment and education due to his religion?

This man, whose oldest son was born the year the British army began occupying his country, who lived through the Troubles and was automatically considered suspicious and dangerous through an incident of birth? A man who helped raise six children - most of them boys and therefore in great danger of the army turning their guns on them for playing kid-games - in a time of civil war where it didn’t seem to matter which side you were on, the bombs and shootings could get you either way? A man who once was taken hostage by the IRA? 

My grandfather’s oldest son - my dad - was the first in his family to go to university and there he met and fell in love with a Protestant woman. This was before the Good Friday Agreement, when the civil war was still happening, and if my grandparents had a problem with it - they never let said to my mum. 

(My grandpa and my mum don’t really get along, but that’s more to do with me being a premature baby and tensions over my survival and disagreements on how to look after me. My mum and my Nana? Thick as thieves.) 

They certainly never let it slip to us when we came along because it wasn’t important anymore that we were something many people in Northern Ireland would have preferred to not exist. It didn’t matter. 

He voted in the Good Friday Agreement in hopes of stopping the conflict. He spent a lot of time listening to me about the bullying I was facing for being - unbeknownst to me at the time - queer and disabled. He just told me that being happy was far more important. 

Being trans? It does not matter. Of course it doesn’t matter to him because he’s seen worse things in the world. 

He’s ninety years old. He’s still out on the farm, he’s still studying history, he’s still sharp as fuck. I’ve seen someone die of Alzheimer’s. I know every bit of it and it’s not him. Besides, I’ve not medically transitioned in anyway yet. He’s only seen me presenting fully masc for six days in person. Two years in total. If he had Alzheimer’s he’d be calling me by my deadname and using she/her. 

And he’s not unusual. Outside of your echo chamber, most people are fine with trans people. Most people don’t care. Most people are accepting. They may not understand, they may not use the right words, but they’re accepting. 

I do find it interesting that once again the TERF tactic is try and wrestle autonomy and self-control away from people who don’t follow your bigoted stances. Autistics must be being manipulated. Trans men are clearly confused little girls. Children obviously can’t understand their own minds and bodies. 

My grandfather must have Alzheimer’s. 

Of course my view of a world I’ve seen in a Tumblr textpost must be more correct than the reality everyone else lives in. 

Have the day you deserve.