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Emancipated duels. Photo by Pavel Kurmilev

Baroness Lubinska who presided over the famous duel between Princess Pauline Metternich and the Countess Kielmannsegg in 1892, insisted that the duelists remove their clothing above their waists to avoid infection in the event that a sword pushed clothing into the wound it caused. Being a doctor, the baroness had seen many instances of septic infection in soldiers for this very reason throughout her years of medical training.

“The cause of the duel is reputed to be an argument over arrangements for the Vienna Musical and Theatrical Exhibition.” - I like these ladies.

Skirts: full

Swords: drawn

Titties: out

My favorite examples of how crazy genetics can be is with twins 

I love genetics. Biology is a trip

This is always so cool.

I love tumblr because i can see there are over 17k notes on a post that references one of my incredibly specific interests. Like, there is a niche of people who are really pleased by the existence of “Nonidentical twins of mixed race who reflect different parts of their heritage but still look really similar to each other” and we are all in it together going YEAH LOOK AT THESE GUYS! THEY’RE BROTHERS AND SISTERS! YEAH THEY ARE! YEAH!!!!

… i admit it. I danced. src

the OG  (and if you don’t get it)

Today's Lefty of the Day is Hawkeye from the MCU

Boromir thinks he's taking care of Merry and Pippin, but what he doesn't realize is that they're taking care of him, too.

Rape culture is a foundational conservative narrative to protect sexist men/boys from consequences.

Getting into birds is so funny because I’ll be like “oh that was a red bellied woodpecker and I thought it was a northern flicker I was a FOOL! How could I mix them up???” And then you show the pictures in your guidebook to a non bird person and they are like “👀 are you telling me that’s not the same type of bird?”

I'm kind of at a point where the "queer spaces" i feel safest in are the ones that have a pet cishet dude or two hanging around

When a space cares a lot about making sure its members are queer enough to participate, you get a space that aggressively polices the queerness of its members. There's no way around that, it's pretty much tautologically true. Only by paradoxically not actually caring if you're queer or not can a group really accept the full range of what queerness can look like.

Also, a space that has room for a cis straight guy who means well and wants the best for his friends has two crucial things going for it.

1) it has space for people who are learning and might fuck up a bit while they figure things out, and that learning process is probably not so godawful and unpleasant that a guy with other prospects would have to be a fool not to go find some nicer friends. This is nice because it is very difficult to personally embody the entire alphabet at once, and learning how to be good allies to one another is a crucial part of queer solidarity. It's nice for that process not to be painful.

2) it has space for people who aren't yet willing to or comfortable with presenting an externally queer label to continue to exist and soak up the queer vibes and information, which means it's welcoming to actual questioning people rather than the theory of questioning people. Probably it therefore has more interest in actually doing things rather than hierarchy politics.

3) it's probably not a radfem tar pit interested in weaponising you against people they've decided to hate in a social smear war that benefits nobody and nothing but their need for a power trip

Oh it’s even more than that! The cis straight guy is very often a ride home, dad or husband. Or a Bob which I will explain in this essay is a signifier of a healthy ecosystem, like frogs are.

This is a 3 am take so consider this a blanket apology and a readmore but if you hate this post you were warned.

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. 🐈‍⬛🐈❤️

A little compilation of Charlie beeing unconscious/barely conscious

happy it's spring, sir!

I can’t tell, but I feel like this is a reference to the British commando from WW2 “Mad” Jack Churchill who, to avoid getting promoted where he would no longer be part of the infantry doing the fighting, once showed up to a parade inspection in the rain with an umbrella to ruin his otherwise perfect uniform and attention pose. When an officer demanded to know what he was doing with the umbrella, Churchill replied “it’s raining, sir.”

forget Resting Bitch Face, I have Resting Competent Face. People see me and think ah yes she can point me to the nearest train station. Fellow grocery shoppers ask if I know what kind of butter they should buy. If a strange man speaks to me on the street it is literally always an inquiry and never a catcall. Once someone randomly asked me what an equinox was and after I told her she nodded and said "you seemed like you'd know." why am I assigned oracle at random interaction

Does white supremacy protect shitty people?

Yes. Think how many other shitty white men are in positions they should never have.

Then, think about how non-white people are expected to be perfect in order to compete.