i wonder if my pets have like a proper language and when i try to speak back to them im just speaking jargon

like for example my cat always speaks to me when I come home and i meow back to her and she’ll meow again & even though i don’t think twice about it to her it’s probably a situation where it’s like

her, meowing: “im glad you’re home”

me, meowing back: “tax benefits”

her, meowing: “why do u always do this”

me

cats actually have a human-specific language. cats don’t often meow at each other and seem to use subvocal communications that humans can’t hear to chat cat-to-cat. however, cats seem to use what humans would call “shout-until-you’re-understood” to speak to humans. so basically, it’s more like:

“I’M GLAD YOU’RE HOME!”

“tax benefits”

“NO, I’M GLAD YOU ARE HOME”

“waffle iron”

“IT’S OKAY. I LOVE YOU TOO, MY DUMB HUMAN”

The domestic house cat’s wild ancestors have a much harsher voice, too. The going theory is that early cats mimicked human infants which tripped humans’ nurturing instincts, and then selective breeding did the rest.

We make a big deal over how dogs have developed the ability to understand human expressions and tones (and let’s be fair, that is in fact awesome), but cats are possibly the only species that has changed their vocal language to try to communicate with us.

what I love about this post (apart from cats because cats are ADORABLE) is the assumption that cats have words for tax benefits. 

I want one of those scenes in a dude bro film where “tomboy” chick has to wear a dress to go undercover or whatever, but instead of the guys drooling as she walks down the stairs, they’re like “k. U need to stop. Go put the cargo pants back on. You look super uncomfortable and awkward in that. Brutus, you go be the fake prostitute.”

I’m just imagining this super ripped guy called Brutus being like ‘YESSS!!! I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE THE FAKE PROSTITUTE!! Now is my time to shine!!’

so I got inspired… and had to make a comic….

*wipes away a single tear* Yes.

Miss Congeniality, but with The Rock instead of Sandra Bullock

Good morning! I’m salty.

I think we, as a general community, need to start taking this little moment more seriously.

This, right here? This is asking for consent. It’s a legal necessity, yes, but it is also you, the reader, actively consenting to see adult content; and in doing so, saying that you are of an age to see it, and that you’re emotionally capable of handling it.

You find the content you find behind this warning disgusting, horrifying, upsetting, triggering? You consented. You said you could handle it, and you were able to back out at any time. You take responsibility for yourself when you click through this, and so long as the creator used warnings and tags correctly, you bear full responsibility for its impact on you.

“Children are going to lie about their age” is probably true, but that’s the problem of them and the people who are responsible for them, not the people that they lie to.

If you’re not prepared to see adult content, created by and for adults, don’t fucking click through this. And if you do, for all that’s holy, don’t blame anyone else for it.

This needs to be reblogged today.

Consenting to see adult content doesn’t mean you should have to see a bunch of shit romanticizing incest and pedophilia you walnut

Except this is the last line of consent before the actual work. So if you’re at this button you have already done the following:

1) chosen to go onto AO3 in the first place

2) chosen the fandom you wish to read about

3) had the chance to filter for the things you do want to see like a specific pairing or a specific AU

4) had the chance to specifically filter out any tags you don’t want to see like, oh I don’t know, incest and non-con and dub-con and paedophilia

5) had the chance to set the rating level if you wish to remove any explicit content at all

6) have read the summary of the story, which aren’t always great but are the only indicator of what the story will be like writing wise so something about it was good enough for you to click on it.

7) have read the tags of the story which will tell you what is actually in the story. If you have used filters to remove stories with things you don’t want then there shouldn’t be anything in here that’s a shock to you but maybe there is. That’s why the tags are there for you to check for yourself.

8) Then you have to actually click on the story. You cannot see anything other than the summary or the tags without personally deciding that you are going to open and read this story.

9) Only here, at step number nine, do you get to the adult content warning pictured above. You have been through eight different steps, the last six of which have also been opportunities for you to see that this has adult content. And AO3 has *STILL* stopped you to ask one last time “are you sure you want to read this because it has things that only adults should see in it”.

If after this point you are reading incest and paedophilia then it’s probably because you specifically went looking for it.

You walnut.

This is the most beautiful thing that I have seen about ao3

Always important!!!!!!

Cannot stress ‘you walnut’ enough

Bucky: Okay Morgan, there are 206 bones in the body, but! I’m gonna teach you how to dislocate someone’s body in 230 ways—

Sam: Dude. She’s a kid.

Morgan:…

Bucky: Oh yeah! You’re right.

*turns around for a few seconds before turning back with puppets over his hands*

Bucky, in somewhat a Kermit the frog’s voice: Hi kids! We’re going to show you how to dislocate someone’s body! Let’s start with the Clavicle region. Do you know where that is?

Sam: oh my god.

nebula, unfamiliar with terran anatomy: *sits down crisscross applesauce next to morgan*

I’m so glad that with Natasha, er, temporarily indisposed, Bucky is covering Morgan’s important education.

(Actually, the Winter Soldier having been forced to assist in brutally training young women to kill, while Bucky chooses to gently teach a young girl to defend herself, is beautiful character development, and I think a great way to reclaim both his agency and his humanity.)

WHEN nat gets back, she’s gonna be like

nat: okay so what did you teach her?

bucky: breaking bones, and the quickest way to a man’s heart.

nebula: through the ribs.

nat: excellent >:]

TONY, TWENTY MINUTES LATER: Why is my baby sparring with the Black Widow? Why did you give my baby a knife?

NATASHA, DRAMATICALLY CLUTCHING HER SIDE WHERE MORGAN GRAZED HER: You got me.

BUCKY: She didn’t even react like that when I shot her, Morg. You’re good at this. Great job with the stabbing!

TONY: I’m sorry what the fuck is happening.

MORGAN, taking the chef’s knife from Pepper and mining stabbing: no, mom, you hold it like this

PEPPER: I don’t think that’s effective against cucumber but I’ll keep it in mind.

MORGAN: AUNTIE NEBULA! How do I stab a cucumber?

NEBULA, APPEARING OUT OF NOWHERE, KNIVES IN HAND AND READY FOR STABBING: What’s a cucumber?

which is the moment when pepper decides to teach nebula how to cook.

Bold of you to assume Pepper knows how to prepare literally anything but salads and sandwiches.

Nebula, on the other hand, has had to survive alone in space.

Please consider: Nebula efficiently dicing the cucumber, and then teaching Morgan and Pepper both how to prepare a simple meal, which would apparently taste better with a specific type of meat that they can’t acquire on Terran, but this is the best she can do given the circumstances.

Nat: Wait what did you teach her?

Bucky: There are 206 bones in the human body…

Nat: James! She is a CHILD!

Nat: If you are fighting an opponent your age Morgan, there may be up to 270 bones in the human body. Children’s bones ares still fusing together. Here is how you can use that….

I’m sorry I’m going to need someone to draw Bucky with his assassin in training  murder puppets. On his hands. While Morgan and Nebula watch.

so.. i’ve gotta write this,, right?????? i have to write a fic about this??????

more artwork! || buy me a coffee! || commission me!

Ok, I’d like to add that as cute as “Auntie Nebula” is … Are we certain Tony didn’t just adopt Nebs? Like;

Tony: hi honey I’m home from space, here is my blue daughter, she’s traumatized and angry and I love her

Pepper: No

Tony: ☹

Pepper: this is OUR daughter, and as soon as you’re not dying of being in space, you’re both grounded to being blanket burritos for a year.

Tony: 😀

Nebula: what is happening

So we get Big Sister Nebula, who finally gets to have a sister relationship that starts good

Reblogging again for this amazing addition!!

If Hugh Jackman can deadlift 405 pounds, he shouldn’t have settled merely for Marius. He could’ve picked up Enjolras as well. You know what, add Eponine. Street gamines can’t possibly weigh that much. Man let’s just add the whole of Les Amis (including Gavroche). It’s Hugh Jackman. He can take it. 

#valjean just picks up the whole barricade and leaves

“yes my child I forgot what your booby of a young man looks like so please pick one from the pile”

*tries to subtly tilt the more sensible looking ones towards cosette* 

#but imagine him trying really hard to get her to choose combeferre

“Look, Cosette, this one is practicing medicine! And he seems to have an extensive reserve of facts on things from moths to space!”

“Papa, I think that is Marius beneath him.”

“No it isn’t. But look at this Combeferre, his glasses truly frame his face.”

“Papa-”

“Cosette. P L E A S E.”

The best part about this is that Valjean has no idea who his daughters dating, but damn it he knows it’s one of them, so he just takes everyone. The young doctor? Coming. The drunk one? Hopefully not, but bring him anyways. The small child? Might be the brother of whoever Cosette’s with, better bring him just in case. This young woman? Well, Cosette’s already proven she doesn’t tell Valjean everything, so she’s coming too.

And then the final confrontation between him and Javert. Valjean comes staggering out of the sewers holding a pile of people.

“IT’S YOU JAVERT, I KNEW YOU WOULDN’T WAIT TOO LONG!”

“Valjean, what the fuck-”

“THE FAITHFUL SERVANT AT HIS POST ONCE MORE!”

“How are you balancing all of them.”

“THIS BOY AND THIS BOY AND THIS BOY AND THIS BOY AND THIS BOY AND THIS BOY AND THIS BOY AND THIS GIRL AND THIS BOY AND THIS BOY AND THIS CHILD HAVE DONE NO WRONG, AND THE NEED A DOCTORS CARE!”

“I’m not dealing with this, just go.”

“COME, TIME IS RUNNING SHORT!”

“I said you can leave!”

“LOOK DOWN, JAVERT, THEY’RE ALL STANDING IN THEIR GRAVES! MAKE WAY, JAVERT, THERE’S ABOUT A DOZEN LIVES TO SAVE!”

“TAKE THEM VALJEAN.”

This is the best les mis post I’ve ever seen

@apaladinagain

Controversial Truths About Ancient Egypt Masterpost

I can’t believe I forgot my favourite Hill to Die On

Hats off to the few of you who’re reblogging this with tags saying you’re going to check my claims later. You make me not entirely despair of this hellhole.

Here are some vetted Egyptological books/sources (that are by and large appropriate for a lay-audience) you can find most, if not all of the above:

Guys do me a solid and reblog this version instead of continuously asking for sources on the other versions thanks

This will come in handy … my 10 year old is studying Egypt this year.

Poem Bangkok fall/winter 2019 “Eternity In An Hour”

I’m so sad that OP cut the model face out. Because she’s so beautiful and the most important thing is SHE IS A TRANSWOMAN AND I REALLY LOVE HER JUST LOOK AT HER FACE I LOVE HER SO FUCKING MUCH!!!!

her name is Treechada Petcharat also known as Poyd (her instagram)

Heroes of our times: this woman who stopped shaving, plucking, moisturizing, fixing her hair and applying make-up because her douche boyfriend kept complaining she spent too much time in the bathroom and YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED NEXT.

[Spoiler: he learned women don’t actually ‘look like that’ and tried to force her to ‘take care of herself’ again, while she realized she was wasting so. much. time. and is now living her best hairy, unplucked, unmoisturized, unblow-dried and unlipsticked life. Truly a blessèd day.]

“I am a simple person with simple wants,” I say, scrolling through AO3 and ignoring fics for a variety of petty reasons

This is a very specific vague.

AHEM speaking as a grad student from the University of Wisconsin, NONE OF THE PEOPLE THERE BELIEVE IT EITHER, PLEASE DO NOT BLAME BARRY FUCKING POWELL ON US.

also he isn’t even at the uw anymore, he retired early to write really bad poetry and live in a yurt, and I swear to god I wish I were making this up

I love discovering very specific drama

none of y'all wanted to reblog my post promoting my play but this bitch is getting published so who's laughing now

dear tumblr, please at least give me congratulations, I worked real hard for 4 years

my favorite thing that’s ever come out of those dumb “gender reveal” parties, you know the ones, is that people make cakes and other baked goods for them right?

and since everything in this hellscape has to be gendered including colors, they gotta use both pink and blue frosting when they decorate to keep the prospective parents guessing before they cut the cake open and reveal how they’re gonna color-code their babies, but that also means:

people are out here making blue and white and pink baby cakes and just, unintentionally throwing the trans flag all over their pointless “gender” celebration and i think that’s just superb

someone make me this cake when i get top surgery to celebrate

What if the trans community…stole gender reveal parties?

Im all for this.