Just my Lurkings

kinda loving this new booping feature. Not even paying attention to my dash, just scrolling through looking for boop buttons. I've booped myself several times by accident

wait, I just got super-booped. How?? I wanna do that!

I kinda wish we could see cat paws when we receive boops, but then again some of the bigger names on here would never be able to see their dash board if that were the case

Okay, you get another badge for booping 314 times

Can y'all imagine how feral we would have gone if staff had given us something like this for The Ides of March, but instead of bapping kitty paws they gave us knives and the notifications would have said something like 'senator tumblr user a, b, and c have stabbed you'. And you get a special notification when it happens 23 times.

finding out how your body works is cool but if someone says four infections across 20+ years is a sign of a medical condition I would consider pushing them into a creek without checking if their phone is waterproof

I wondered why green is so associated with hope and then I remembered being 8 and seeing a little plant sprout after a few days of waiting and. Yeah. I get it now.

As someone who's lived through devastating wildfires, I can say that seeing blades of grass sprout from ashy, barren land can bring you to tears.

Green is absolutely the color of hope.

It’s not even the hope that something will happen. Green is the color of growth that has already begun. It’s proof that there is hope for the hopeless. A sign that what you hoped for has already come to fruition.

@hopepunk-humanity

This actively happened in my lifetime, and I’m in my 30s. A lot of us experienced it in real time and no one stopped it. No one helped us.

When I was 16 we would hang out outside and inside the library. We ranged from a group of 20 to a group of 3-4 people on any given day, because us 16 year olds also hung out with whatever other kid was around the area. (Mostly younger siblings and then their friends.) We never did anything wrong, never mind illegal. We were never loud in the library and were always polite to the staff. We sometimes got a little loud outside on the street when there was some contest thing going on, but not very often. We mostly hung out and talked about stuff going on in our lives.

Then one day someone called the cops on us.

And the cops showed up all ready angry, then started yelling at us for doing nothing. They couldn’t even come up with a real reason to be there yelling at us, other than to demand to know if we were a ‘gang’. When one of my friends started crying, I turned to tell her that it would be ok. The cop grabbed me, screamed at me to not look away when he was talking to me, then demand I get in the cop car and go down to the station. It took almost an hour for my mother to find out where I was because I didn’t have a cellphone at the time and the cops had just fucking kidnapped me. For comforting a friend while they screamed at us. And you know what happened?

We never hung out like that again. None of us. We all got banned from the library for a year. Again, all of this for literally no reason. They told us we were ‘misbehaving’ for simply hanging around outside being kids. And then we had no where to go. Some of those kids were forced back into their abusive homes. I literally never saw half of them again. Ever. And I lived in that town for several years after that.

So, yeah. They just started kicking us out from the outside years ago and not a single adult or group of adults gave a shit.

Whenever I buy something heavy from the farm supply store, the cashier carries it all the way to my car, which is very nice of him and I don't mind since he's a strapping young man, but sometimes he's busy with other customers and the co-owner of the store will come out to carry the thing for me. And she's an incredibly petite fifty-something woman so it just feels wrong. I'm a short person but I'm significantly taller than her and also younger, and every time I'll desperately trot behind her insisting that she let me carry, say, the 20kg bag of chicken feed I just bought and she adamantly refuses and just goes "no problem"

I'm in awe of her. I once bought a pile of 2-metre solid chestnut fence posts that are so heavy and cumbersome I can only carry 2 or 3 at a time and she just scooped up the whole lot, threw it over her shoulder and strode away. I was fully expecting her to fall backwards on account of the laws of physics but no...?? And the tall quince tree I bought last year was no problem either

This week I saw a flyer in town advertising a cattle fair to be held in the field behind the farm store and I am reasonably certain of what would happen if I went and bought one of these animals

vampire who’s married to an archaeologist voice: my love, stop trying to carbon date me

*at the museum* my love, why is my cursed amulet in this display case

Ok, my archaeometrist ass has something to say!

First, an archaeologist wouldn’t carbon date something. It’s not his job. This kind of analysis belongs to the archaeometrist, thank you very much!

Next, using carbon dating on a vampire raise really interesting questions. Because, you see, you can only carbon date completely dead things. Basically, the body absorb Carbon 14 while it’s alive, and after death, this radioactive element slowly decompose (half of it every 5730 years). When you measure how much is left, you can know how long ago the person/plant/whatever died. Going back to the vampire. Officially, vampires are dead. But they feed on human blood, living humans. I’m not sure of the logistic of carbon 14 linking itself to a body, but I think it would false the result. The good news is, as vampire can talk, they would be able to confirm or not. Meaning that we would be able to create a template and see if drinking blood reset your quantity of carbon 14, or if you can still get the age of death of the vampire by removing whatever carbon 14 they ingest through blood. But I think it would depend of how much blood they had ingested since their passing, and a lot of other variables.

The other question is: how dead is a vampire? Do they still breathe? How do they interact with their environment? Would that be enough to keep their carbon 14 at “normal” level? If so, they would be considered alive by this dating technique. Wouldn’t that be an emotional journey for our poor vampire?

I’m actually really invested in this.

*dropping a garlic-free lasagne on the counter top* my love, we’ve talked about inviting archaeometrists to our dinner parties

Had a 'fun' new experience today in the form of my first ever mammogram because I found a lump on my chest a few weeks ago, and when you find a lump, you get that shit checked out.

Ironically, the lump I went to get investigated turned out to be nothing, likely just a cyst that made its way to the surface, but they did find something else on the scan that requires me to do a follow-up ultrasound in six months. The doctor stressed that it is most likely a fibroid, but given my family history of breast cancer and general weird health fuckery, they're being vigilant and keeping an eye on it.

The mammogram itself was fine. The technician doing it kept complimenting me on the "pliable" nature of my breast tissue and how easy it was to smoosh me into the machine. I was like thanks, I have Ehlers Danlos Syndrome; my body is basically made of only slightly more reinforced laffy taffy.

She said, "That explains that," and then proceeded to smush my tits into a pancake. Apparently, they were the most compliant tits she's worked with. I said thank you because what else can you do in that situation. And then she asked me if I wanted to know how much they weighed, and I said boy, do I?!

So she started reading off the results and was like, "17.7 lbs," and I was like, gosh, no wonder they feel so heavy, and then she kept talking and said, "And the other one weighs..."

And that's when I realized she didn't mean total.

She meant one boob was 17.7lbs.

So in case you've ever wanted to know, my right boob weighs 17.7 lbs, and my left one weighs 17.3 lbs, bringing the grand weight hanging off my chest to an even 35 lbs.

The tech was like "gosh! That's a lot for someone of your size!" and I was like "ya fucking think?!"

For a frame of reference, I weigh 136 lbs total. One-quarter of my weight is tits.

I am one-quarter titty.

And I'm telling that to the next doctor who suggests I lose weight.

Anyway. Remember to do regular breast exams, and don't be afraid of mammograms. Yes, they're checking for cancer, but they also tell you fun things like how much your chest weighs and whether or not your boobs are compliant.

#one quarter titty????#that’s so much titty!#I hope you have good back support cause dear god

My back is fucking dying lmao. My shoulders dislocate constantly and this is probably a major contributing factor.

I'm actually considering getting a custom corset made now because I feel like that's something you should do when one entire quarter of your weight is in your boobs.

I'd also like to point out that the tech said my boobs had "hidden depths."

Like she thought she was done scooping breast tissue into the clamp, and then she'd find more. Like pulling an endless handkerchief out of a sleeve or like some sort of boob-based clown car.

I feel like my connective tissue is akin to the birthday cake in Sleeping Beauty, where the whole thing is undercooked and ready to slide onto the floor at any moment, and I'm just constantly putting the candles (my health) back on top.

Also, someone in the notes pointed out that the machine could be wrong because they have large boobs and were told they weighed nowhere near that, so I'm off to do unspeakable things to my kitchen scales.

Kitchen scales keep giving me an error notification (can't imagine why 😂), so I will ask the clinic to weigh them again at my six-month checkup to confirm whether or not I am, in fact, one-quarter titty.

I know you'll all be waiting with bated breath for the results.

A very cat shaped cat

Eating slime mold by MaximumMoustache

im laughing because whoever filmed this obviously filmed it to see the slime mold move and then this slug comes and ruins everything

she just wanted a tasty snack dont be mean to her!!

i found the video it’s from and it’s called “Myxomycetologists nightmare…”

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(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”

(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower”

✿＼(｡-_-｡) “Kick his ass, baby.  I got yo flower.”

Love conversations where every single participant has certified Issues

One guys issue is not knowing vampires are real. I feel him

Love burying the lead "he's 33 I'm 22-" bitch he is 433 give or take

Continues to be true.

throwback to when I tried to explain how incredibly important wording is in law and legalese. trans men should have access to abortion, paternity leave, healthcare etc. if legal documentation says "women/females" now have access to this or that, then that means legally, trans men, especially those who have changed their gender marker to "male," are not included when they should be.

it's that simple. that's why wording like "those who menstruate / those who give birth / those who have this anatomy" is necessary.

"little things" like gynecologists thinking there's been a mistake or a prank call and cancelling appointments with trans men because the ID system shows them as "male" with a "traditionally male" name also stem from this. and actually that's NOT a little thing, that's fucked! that's being barred from healthcare because doctors don't know or believe you exist? erasure and invisibility of trans men is a problem, not a convenience.

You know how companies used to make flour sacks with pretty flower patterns on them because mothers would make dresses out of them for their daughters? We should bring that back. Paper bags designed to be reused as wrapping paper. Jars of jam designed to look nice filled with pencils or homemade sauces. Fabric that's high quality enough to use as a patch.

Give things a second life!!

i was just thinking about kronk from the emperors new groove and i thought to myself "hey so it seems like kronk is a bottom"

and then in my head i heard kronks voice and he said "nono, im asexual."

and the thing is normally all of my thoughts happen in MY OWN voice. and the fact it said "i" not "he" makes me think that the spirit of kronk entered my head for a second to set the record straight about his sexuality. so. kronk is ace, guys.

I recently had surgery, and at the time I came home, I had both my cat and one of my grandma's cats staying with me.

- Within hours of surgery, I wake up from a nap to my cat gently sniffing at my incisions with great alarm.

- I was not allowed to shower the first day after surgery, and the cats, seeing that The Large Cat is not observing its cleaning ritual, decided I must be gravely disabled and compensated by licking all the exposed skin on my arms, face, and legs.

- I currently have to sleep with a pillow over my abdomen because my cat insists on climbing on top of me and covering my incisions with her body while I sleep (which is very sweet but not exactly comfortable without the pillow). She also lays across me facing my bedroom door, presumably on guard for attackers who may try to harm me while I'm sleeping and injured.

That's love. 🐈‍⬛🐈❤️

cats are so very unclear on what is wrong with us but they want to help

Last time I had a really bad migraine my cat curled herself round my head and purred sympathetically, and actually stayed there through two of her normal mealtimes. It wasn't until I was able to stagger to the kitchen and grab a protein bar for myself that she gave a very small, polite miaow to the effect of "while you're up... could you get something for me too?"

She does look exceptionally polite and caring, it has to be said. 💜

before the poll, a quick definition of terms:

with that out of the way: