A scale model showing how mangrove forests protect coasts from wave erosion.
But y’all just wanna cut the trees huh!
Nature knows what it’s doing. Why do we keep interfering with it?
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A scale model showing how mangrove forests protect coasts from wave erosion.
But y’all just wanna cut the trees huh!
Nature knows what it’s doing. Why do we keep interfering with it?
The new Hunger Games novel is set 64 years before the 75th Hunger Games… So the 11th Games.. you know who was in the 11th Hunger Games?
an important lesson about making mistakes:
you can still get a cookie
How does a robot eat a cookie?
I think you misunderstand mailbot’s intentions
THIS IS SO CUTE
The best visual gag in any piece of media was the giant vault door concealing a normal-sized door in Portal 2
Actually the best joke of all time period was also in Portal 2 and it’s when Glados says “Well, this is the part where he kills us” and Wheatley follows up “Hello, this is the part where I kill you!” and the chapter card pops up reading “Chapter 9: The Part Where He Kills You” and then you unlock the achievement “The part where he kills you” and the achievement description reads “This is that part.”
Portal 2 is a fucking masterpiece for hundreds of reasons
So lately there’s been a lot of scary things happening in media (journalism is dying and there’s huge media layoffs, Amazon, Disney and Netflix are taking over everything, etc). I want everyone to remember how truly amazing and unique AO3 is and the sheer amount of organization and work it takes for it to be independent - many of you on here are young and may not know how much it changed being a fan. Read your history.
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Another unrelated historical fact: Julius Steicher, editor of Der Stürmer, was also hanged at Nuremberg because his publication essentially inspired stochastic terrorism and genocide, despite the fact he himself never DIRECTLY killed anyone.
The Nazis tried to convince everyone that they were going to win, and no one would succeed in fighting back.
People fought back anyway. They did it in public on the streets in the middle of the day. They did it behind closed doors and crawling through the mud in the middle of the night. They fought by talking to their neighbors, by writing down the words that others needed to hear.
They did it by being kind to each other and vicious to the enemy who wanted to destroy them.
They didn’t fight back because it was legal. They did it because it was right.
What the fuck are we waiting for? An engraved invitation?
[audio transcription: bird pushes through the door and begins laughing like a super-villain]
i’ve watched this 20 times now. each time is better than the last
Honestly, so good
Who: Yasmin Benoit*
What: Model, Activist, Writer
Where: British
When: June 10, 1996 - Present
(Image Description: a photo of Benoit from the waist up with the words “# This is what asexual looks like” over it. She is a black woman with a medium dark complexion. She has long straight dark hair, excellent eyebrows, and dark eyes. She is wearing a leather/latex tank top/spaghetti strap top and pants/a skirt of the same material. She has her arms akimbo. End ID)
She works hard to spread awareness of asexuality and dispel myths about us using her platform and her sizable social media presence (Instagram, Facebook, YouTube, Twitter). She is often a contributor to queer media and writes often on asexuality as well as fighting hard for visibility and representation for asexuals, Queer POC, and POC in general. Her YouTube channel is particularly of note in which she deals with the ongoing problem of aphobia despite the hate and bile she gets in return.
(Image description: a photo of Benoit in fishnet stockings and a shirt with the Venus symbol with devil horns on it. She is snarling and has her hand in her hair.)
Orientation: Aroace
I have a lot of quotes from Benoit because she is extremely eloquent and points out a lot of things I, at the very least, relate to.
-Yasmin Benoit, all from a Pink News interview, November 2018
(Image Description: a photo of Benoit at some kind of a show or ceremony. She stands in front of a wall with a logo reading “Diva” repeated all over it. She is smiling with her hands on her hips and wearing a short black dress.)
-Yasmin Benoit, all from a The Nopebook interview, March, 2019
*She does not have a Wikipedia page
(Image description: a photo of Benoit wearing fishnet stockings, a fishnet undershirt, and a long t-shirt with a cartoon whale on it. Around the whale in block print it says “Asexuwhale”. End ID)
Serval reacts to ice for the first time
it’s ninety-nine degrees outside, four fuck-thousand percent humidity, and my husband was like, “i’m gonna go for a bike ride.” and i was like “why. no. why. don’t put us on the news like that. local fool collapses on unnecessary journey. don’t do it.” so he says he doesn’t want to “hide in the house” because the sun is shining. bruh. honeybruh. “the sun is shining” does not cover it. its hot outside. its motherfucking hot as fuck outside. our outdoor plants have been crying into their hands all week. whole cars are melting into the sewer. our fucking patio umbrella developed sentience to ask me for lemonade this morning
@robotmango, you need to work for the weather forecast - this was both hilarious and so vivid it made me stand up and get some iced tea.
this is a great idea, thank you. here goes. my audition tape for the weather channel. dearly beloved. we are gathered here today to have a fucking funeral for the outdoors. it had a good run, with all its creeks and clouds and shit. pretty great. now it’s ten-thirty at night but still ninety-two asshole-sweating degrees and humid as fuck. everything is hot and slimy, like being a “borrower” that got trapped inside a bottle of shampoo and then accidentally microwaved. you can see on my doppler radar that nothing is moving around out there because everything is probably dead. the only alive thing is the mosquito currently trying to drill a hole in my leg. no surprise that all the shitbag mosquitos are fine, since the thermostat of hell is always at the devil’s preferred temperature. this forecast has gotten away from me a little, but in conclusion fuck the sun
I think I’ve reblogged this before, but “the thermostat of hell is always at the devil’s preferred temperature” is fucking poetry
ninety nine???? thats IT????????? buddy here in the 7th circle of h*ck, California, we get up to at LEAST 110 degrees every single gosh darned summer. the bugs seek revenge. the sun wreaks havoc on the mere mortals it surveys. every plant has turned brown in its thirst for water. the very air itself has been sucked dry of every drip of moisture it ever had.
ninety nine degrees. you weak fool.
well since you asked so politely, let’s talk about something very important vis a vis weather-hotness that you clearly ain’t ever heard of, called
oh alas, you say. oh papa, whatever shall i do, it is ever so hotte and drye in california. the very air hath been sucked of all its moisturey droplets and whatnot.* one hundredy and tennith desiccated degrees!
*(yo, drought is serious. i am pretty obviously not making fun of that.)
alright. let’s check it out. here’s a random california city, right about now:
thirty-two percent. and here’s a random mid-atlantic city located somewhere in the wet fleshy crease behind a demon’s knee*:
*(confession: i do not live in dc, but several years ago i spent three weeks steaming like a tinned ham in arlington in august. none of the pants i took with me could ever keep a crease again.)
huh! funny thing! “see, dc’s actually seven degrees COOLER,” you say, because you’ve obviously never gone outside and taken a deep lungful of wet sock trash air in your life. and now for added bliss, here’s what early wednesday morning’s gonna be like for these poor clowns:
that’s right! eighty-two percent humidity! the point at which showers no longer matter, because you’re all caught in God’s grease trap! just stressed human eels miserably slip slidin’ their way through a damp melty bathwater-flavored hellscape that feels like it’s actively sous viding their top layer of skin! a hundred thousand people packed into public transit breathing air that feels like deepthroating swamp thing! and you wanna talk to me about fuckin california!
[cue science voice]: human bodies cool through evaporation, a process by which the body sweats and sweet invisible angels towel us off, whisking away our unwanted moisture into the air and literally chilling us out. (it’s also why air conditioned air feels so fucking deliciously refreshing: it’s not just being cooled, it’s being conditioned, aka, dehumidified. it’s cool dry air.) but. if the air is already made out of fucking chowder and can’t absorb shit then guess what the fuck our bodies can’t do.
so is this weak fool gonna remain indoors and hydrated through this only medium-hot but fuckoff-humid season? you bet your dried out ass.
This is poetry.
I fucking laughed till I cried so hard I had to take my glasses off. Jesus Christ that’s one of the funniest things I’ve seen all week.
Somedays I love Michigan, and sometimes it's 90 degrees and 90% humidity and I become certain that I live in Satan's ass crack.
Brian May killing me softly with a piano.
Brian…what the fuck?! This is seriously some heavenly shit! Like if I don’t here this when I step inside the pearly gates I am for sure noping my way to hell. 😍💖
She is a minor, still a child. He’s an legal adult. I don’t have to tell you why that this is wrong.
high school teachers: if you don’t show up with a dress and full makeup or a fitted tuxedo to class everyday to college your professors will execute you
college professors:
I once had a professor SLAM a thermos down on his desk and say to us “there’s more pressure in my sinuses right now than there is at the bottom of the sea. This thing’s full of NyQuil. I’m going to drink it while I teach, and when your heads are replaced by swirling rainbows, I will cancel the rest of class.” The class ended up being 17 minutes long.
Your professor was trying to fight God
I once had a substitute physics professor show up, announce he had a horrendous hangover, and then start a class discussion on where to get the best bangers and mash to fix it. College professors don't give a fuck.
Protect her? Are you kidding she’s protecting us
Actual gay icon.
This is what it’s like living in Michigan
It’s a Monty Python skit.
Guy: *Singing* I’m doing some fishing…
Officer: *Emerges from the water with a grunt* You there, Sir!! I certainly hope you’ve got a fishing license!
Guy: *Panicking* Wha, no, I don’t!
Officer: Oh no?
Guy: *Screaming*
Officer: I’ll have you beheaded!!
As a Michigan native, I confirm this is all true.
Absolutely true.