For the first time since 1941, anthrax has hit Western Siberia, with 1,500 reindeer dying and 13 Yamal nomads being hospitalized including 4 children.

This is because unusually high temperatures (it’s 10 degrees Fahrenheit higher than normal) have melted permafrost containing the corpse of a reindeer that died of the bacteria 75 years ago.

Anthrax goes dormant when frozen, turning into a spore that reanimates when the temperature rises. Scientists estimate it can survive in this state for a minimum of 100 years.

In Siberia, dozens of herders have been relocated, a quarantine is in place and a state of emergency has been declared by the mayor.

This renews concerns that ancient viruses and bacteria could once again pose a threat, as the earth warms.

In 2014 scientists discovered that a Siberian virus, pithovirus sibericum, which lay dormant in permafrost for 30,000 years, became infectious again once thawed.

The article: https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2016/07/28/anthrax-sickens-13-in-western-siberia-and-a-thawed-out-reindeer-corpse-may-be-to-blame/

this is not a consequence of global warming i had ever envisioned but now it’s the scariest thing i’ve ever heard

[Image: a tweet by Bill McKibben @billmckibben “Good God. As Siberian permafrost thaws, old anthrax bacteria coming to life. 1500 reindeer dead since Sunday,” and an overhead photo of a heard of deer on a snowy landscape. /End description.]

this bit from hbomberguy’s new video on climate denial is the funniest thing i’ve ever seen

[Video ID:

YouTuber HBomberGuy, in front of a wall with floral wallpaper, faces the camera while talking. He says:

“Here he is dipping his webbed flippers into the pool of climate change, using his signature Shapiro intellect”

The video cuts to a clip of a speech from Ben Shapiro, who seems to be in a classroom. Ben Shapiro says:

“So, let’s say- let’s say, for the sake of argument, that all of the water levels around the world rise by about- let’s say, 5 feet, over the next 100 years- say, 10 feet, by the next 100 years, and puts all of the low lying areas on the coast underwater. Right, which, let’s just say, all of that happens. You think those people aren’t just going to sell their homes and move?”

The camera briefly zooms in on Shapiro’s face, which seems relatively expressionless.

The video cuts back to HBomb’s set, where only the floral wall is visible. Banging and hacking sounds start as the wall shakes; a hole is being slowly chopped into it from behind with an axe. HBomb slowly becomes visible as the hole grows large enough to fit his face through. After a few seconds, HBomb stops chopping at the wall and sticks his head through the hole with a manic expression. HBomb yells:

“Just one small problem: sell their houses to who, Ben? Fucking Aquaman?”

End ID.]

What I love about this, though, is that the little nails will become an outline of where the water was. It will trace the shape, show someone later what was there once upon a time. It will be a testament to how much this guy wanted to capture the amazing things he saw and experienced, and though it will never truly keep it, it will hold a memory, something that in itself is beautiful and worthy of experience. We cannot describe the indescribable, but we can trace its outline, give some idea of what we experienced.

official linguistics post

[ID: a photo of a person on a beach. They are crouching down with a mallet in one hand, placing nails along the edge of the incoming tide. The person is labeled "humanity"; the nails along the tide are labeled "language"; the rest of the ocean is labeled "the inherently indescribable nature of the universe". End ID]

apple blossomed trees / roots with the birds

the whole club was looking at worms

[Image: replies from the notes. First, several by @heart-moon . "She dig a hole". "That's how you know". "Shorty got-".

@sp1derc1der "Loam loam loam loam loam".

@screamtillmyfaceisblue "Loam loam loam loam loam".

/End description.]

This is so wholesome omg

[Video description: upper part of the screen shows footage of a guy in a Jurassic Park tank top. He's standing, wearing a VR head set and holding two odd controllers. Lower part of screen shows what he is seeing. An animated yellow gorilla, being controlled by another player. One that sounds like a young boy. Text on screen reads, "Grown man teaches a kid how to do math 💀😭". Captions spell out the conversation.

"I wanna learn about division."

"What is your favorite video game?"

"Among us VR."

"You have to think of, how many Among Us characters would you have in each lobby? So for instance with six divided by three, you have six players being split into three lobbies. How would you evenly split-?"

"Ooh. Three times two and then it already has three, it already has six, so two?"

"Yes! Exactly! Alright. Now, say you have fourty two divided by seven for example. Forty two characters, that you have to split into, seven Among Us lobbies. How would you evenly spread them out?"

"Six?"

"Yes! How'd you find that?"

*happy noises* "I did six times seven and we already have forty two and seven, which equals six."

"Exactly! Now what is fifty six divided by seven?"

"Eight?"

"Yes!"

"Yay!"

"Wooo! What grade are you in?"

"I'm in second grade. I asked to impress my crush."

"That's W rizz! Dude, now you can teach her division."

"We gon go on date."

"Where you gonna go?"

"Burger King."

A little despairing, "Why Burger King?"

"She's gonna become my Burger Queen."

"Oh My God."

/End description.]

Things cats were right about all along:

The funny thing to me about those "the combat drugs we give to the mech pilots make you grow boobs" hornyposts is that this legitimately is a known side effect of a wide range of drugs and medications. Just about any non-trivial chemical imbalance can potentially make you grow boobs. Breast growth is a known symptom of alcoholism. Some male bodybuilders experience female-typical breast development as a side effect of steroid use. Even kidney problems can induce breast growth. The human body is evidently just itching to grow boobs!

Then where are mine?!!?

The essential nature of the biological sciences is that the one time you actually want it to happen is of course the one time it doesn't.

Murphy's Law of Big Naturals

he's very excited about his first night as a jack o lantern

my boy

I love how its getting closer to that time of year again and ppl starting to reblog my boy again

[ID 1: Photo of a carved pumpkin on a table with some tools laying around. It has little round eyes, a little triangle nose and a huge D-shaped smile, like the emoji, but with one little fang that adds to the cuteness. It looks so excited to be here.

ID 2: Same jack o' lantern, now in the dark, lit up. It looks very happy about its job as halloween decor. /end IDs]

it's funny although a little exasperating how artists designing "princess" or medieval-esque gowns really do not understand how those types of clothes are constructed. We're all so used to modern day garments that are like... all sewn together in one layer of cloth, nobody seems to realize all of the bits and pieces were actually attached in layers.

So like look at this mid-1400's fit:

to get the effect of that orange gown, you've got

the best I can tell you is that they were technically in a mini-ice-age during this era. Still looks hot as balls though.

Coats and surcoats are really more for rich people though, normal folks will be wearing this look:

so you know that ballgown look that people default to when making "princess" designs

this is kind of the fashion equivalent of when an AI has been trained to approximate what art looks like without understanding what it's drawing or how physics work. A costume designer has general recollections of about how the dresses looked from art, and a lot of the art they're learning from is also romanticized revival recreations of earlier art, so things are getting pretty confused structurally.

(I have to blame Disney for a lot of the specific trends but to be clear this was already happening before Disney was born.)

You can probably recognize how the gestalt of the bodice evokes what would actually be two layers--a gown laced over an under-gown, maybe with a stomacher in the same color as the gown.

The skirt is the very distant legacy of a trend that starts around here, in the early 1500's:

deliberately slitting the skirt of your gown so that it shows a triangle of the under-gown peaking through.

You know what a farthingale is? it's this thing.

Reeds sewn into the skirt to give it that round bell shape without needing 100000 layers underneath. Unsurprisingly invented in Spain, where it's hot as fuck. This is also the era where the farthingale starts its evolution into the eventual hoop skirt. You see that wide "ballroom" shape in a lot of princess designs. Princess Peach is a classic example.

Farthingale becomes hoop skirt, and using basically the same technology (reeds sewn into the fabric for support) the under-gown/kirtle becomes stiffened and shaped.

Eventually you get to this very pronounced version of the "slashed skirt" shown in the left figure, below. You can see that the red skirt is probably part of a whole dress, because the red sleeves in the same fabric are visible under the outer gown. (you can also see the chemise at the edge of the neckline). They did have detachable sleeves back then, as a standard part of a gown, so the red sleeves could be pinned to the chemise instead of attached to the body of the gown.

>Right figure, you can see this shit is getting elaborate now. I think that's a white under-gown with a yellow gown and a burgundy overgown. The collar around her neck is actually a partlet, not connected to anything else, just tucked in and maybe pinned underneath the neckline. But they're starting to have separate skirts now, so it's also possible she's only wearing a yellow skirt with the overgown on top it.

At this point whalebone is coming into the picture in a BIG way, and that's when you start to get Tudor style boned gown/kirtles tight around the bust really taking off. Also boned sleeves, if you can believe that. The smooth flat conical bodice is the product of a boned kirtle, which will eventually become stays, which will eventually become a corset.

anyway by now we're fully out of the medieval period and into the early modern/renaissance.

look at this bad ass bitch, hat ON titties OUT, who is doing it like her

I went to the ren fair recently, which got me interested in the specific historical inspirations of common “Renaissance Festival” clothes and consequently bugged my sister about her research so hard that it made us miss our turn

One common outfit you see (thanks to Amazon) is this modern take on the kirtle

On the left: Amazon. On the right: a recreation of what people actually wore. You can see how we have the same basic concept with a very different execution. This is what you would call a kirtle.

Another common ren fair look is the outer-wear stays. Always with the un-collared billowy undershirt.

I want to draw attention to the lacing. Stands to reason that costumers now would use contemporary lacing rather than that of previous eras. But check out even the romantic depictions of clothing from the 1870’s below this. No grommets. That’s just pure fabric baby.

Very few renaissance era women ever wore anything exactly like the ren fair corsets. For one thing, cross lacing wasn’t common, and metal grommets were not accessible to normal clothing makers. For another, structured stays (or “bodies”) were underwear, not outerwear. (Apparently something more popular with English peasants than French peasants, who didn’t use them.)

Left: stays (underwear). Right: jumps (outerwear)

Stays are boned. Jumps are not. Stays/bodies were pretty expensive due to the craftsmanship, and a poor person would have budget for a single pair. You can imagine this investment was not as popular with women who did hard physical labor. Jumps got really popular in the mid-1700’s and largely replaced stays in working class fashion.

A brief history lesson: clothes are ephemeral; we lose them as they are worn out, cut down, repurposed, and thrown away. Before modern anthropology and modern record keeping, it was difficult for anyone to know what anyone else looked like in the past or even a country away. Words used to refer to one kind of garment kept being used even as that garment changed in structure and purpose over time. Even after paper became common enough for printing art, it wore out fast and art was lost. References were hard to get.

What we think of as “peasant garb” is actually the product of a game of telephone that travels back from Romantic Revival art, and many of those (urban) artists got their idea of what rural peasants wore from opera costumes. The costumers working at the opera were not going out to the country side to take notes on what farmers actually wore, nor did they want to. Opera is show biz, you want it to be evocative, but not ordinary. Their costumes would have been based on what urban folks were wearing, with extra little touches like a shepherds crook to make it look “rural”.

Below: some mid-to-late 1800’s artistic depictions of peasants wearing improbably nice fabrics/clothes (probably a reflection of opera costumes). The painting of the peasant girl on the right is wearing more-or-less jumps.

You can see how the romantic art depictions of unstructured vests eventually inspired the “medieval revival” styles of the 1960’s/1970’s which lives on in the ren fair. Not only the neckline of the vest, but the style of undershirt with an open neck and billowy sleeves.

Compare (unstructured, laced, outerwear):

Nobody wore that in the 1400’s or 1500’s, but they wore things that looked similar at a glance. When 1960’s artists went back looking for early modern/medieval styles to replicate, they mostly had a hodge podge of this art to reference and extrapolate from.

The fact that a historical laced kirtle with an over skirt looks a lot like stays worn on the outside, probably made this confusing for artists. Undershirts of the 1500’s were collared and high necked, however, with tighter sleeves.(Below, 1500’s kirtle)

One last example of 1800’s romanticism, this time depicting a contemporary girl. Looks familiar, right? We’re back at the ren fair, if you take the bonnet off.

It does look similar to what was being worn in the 1800’s. Here’s a cartoon showing a working class woman in the 1870’s.

TLDR; what we think of as “Renaissance” or even “medieval” peasant garb is actually a remix of the working class clothes from the 1800’s, with some confused memories of the kirtle from older art thrown in.

Structured stays? 1500’s. The blousy no-collar undershirt? 1700’s. The cross lacing? 1800’s.

Anyway. This image of peasants has always been costume & fantasy. That’s why I think it’s kind of fun that it reaches a terminus in the anachronism and fantasy of a Renaissance Festival.

I’m the Bad Guy

I learned a lot from TV and movies. As a kid, I consumed all the requisite, decade-appropriate material. Every neon and pastel colored cartoon in the eighties to the moody teen dramas of the nineties. I was there for all of it. And the biggest lesson I learned was this: I’m the bad guy.

There were small, almost invisible ways this lesson came to me. She-Ra was full of characters designed to sell toys. Everyone looked so cool and it was clear by their color palettes and animal companions who was on which side. I liked purple more than pink and cats more than horses. Catra, in all her villain glory, was my favorite. It almost broke my heart when I realized she was supposed to lose.

I remember listening to Joan Jett and The Ramones in the car with my mom. So, when I watched Jem and the Holograms, I couldn’t wait for the Misfits to show up and play their pop-punk music. Forget that they were all-caps EVIL and always trying to mess up the plans of the pink-wearing, family-friendly pop princess Jerrica.

Seeing Ally Sheedy play Allison Reynolds, a goth girl in ratty Chuck Taylor sneakers, oversized sweater, and a nearly androgynous haircut in The Breakfast Club was amazing. She was painfully shy, just like me. She ate weird food, just like me. Until the end of the movie when I realized that her character arc was ending with Clair Standish (Molly Ringwald), the preppy, pretty, pink-wearing (again) prom queen, giving her a makeover to be more feminine and pretty. And the makeover worked. She had more confidence. She kissed the boy she liked. But I remember watching that movie and just thinking that she looked cold without her sweater. I wish I could say I felt betrayed, but I think, even then, I always knew that was how it was going to shake out. She’d have to become someone I couldn’t relate to anymore.

In the nineties, the characters I identified with started getting more arcs. Or maybe I was just old enough to watch more complicated shows. Still, though, my favorites were never good.

I fell in love with Drusilla (Juliet Landau) on Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. She had the same issue a lot of weird goth girls in media have. Hyper-femininity. I loved her, but I never wanted to be her the way I heard some people talk about their favorite characters. Spike (James Marsters) was closer. Leather jacket, punk rock, and dark eyeliner. He did eventually get a redemptive arc, but it came at the cost of his edge. He wore his leather coat less. Traded in his black and red for blue. His eyeliner went away. Drusilla was never quite redeemed, but it was made clear she should be pitied. She’d been tortured before becoming a vampire. She had trauma.

Nancy Downs (Fairuza Balk) of The Craft, in all her goth glory, was amazing. She had Spike’s edge and Drusilla’s love of the strange. But, in a movie about a group of lesser evils, she was the ultimate evil. During one of my many re-watches of the movie, I realized why I connected to her so much. And why she was the one who had to be defeated.

Each of the characters in The Craft wants something. Rochelle (Rachel True) wants racists to leave her alone, Bonnie (Neve Campbell) wants to get rid of her scars, Sarah (Robin Tunney) wants to be a part of the group, and Nancy wants…

There’s a scene in the movie where Nancy goes home. She lives in a trailer. There’s lots of shouting. She goes to her room to try to get away from everything, but there’s a leak in her roof that lets rain fall down on her in bed. The way she deals with it all it looks both normal and highly triggering.

The Craft isn’t a movie about heroes. No one really looks good by the end of the film, but Nancy is treated especially badly. Nancy, abused and traumatized and needing help, falls short of being able to stop when she’s finally given the power to get out of her situation. She is the ultimate bad guy that drives the other three to pull back and become the good guys. The good guys who smile and laugh while Nancy is literally tied up and sent to an insane asylum (I’m using that phrasing because that’s how we’re supposed to feel about it—it is not a mental health facility, she will not get better). It is shown as exactly what she deserves. Maybe even meant to be a little funny.

Every character I’ve ever felt represented me has been killed or become the bad guy. Often both. Marvel’s Loki, canonically bisexual and likely genderfluid, is a villain. A likeable villain, but still. Ursula in The Little Mermaid was based on the drag queen Divine. Queerness happens in villains far more often than in heroes. The discovery is usually made at a moment when the hero is physically close and vulnerable in some way. The antagonist says something to make it clear they would be totally down for some sexual shenanigans. It’s a sign of how depraved they are. How little they care for society’s structures and rules. It shows the audience how uncontrolled and wild the villain really is.

The first time I saw character who felt like me, who wasn’t on the wrong side or ultimately forced to change was in 2016. Holtzmann (Kate McKinnon) in Ghostbusters. I sat there, ugly crying during a cartoony fight scene because there was this androgynous, bisexual character. And she was allowed to not only be one of the good guys, but be a helpful, valued member of the team.

Reading Half Bad by Sally Green, a book about a magical war with a traumatized, bisexual boy in the main role, carved a path from my eyes to my chest. Seeing him become a hero while everyone around him continued to treat him like a villain felt like one of the greatest truths I’d ever encountered.

Here are three things about me I talk about a lot, but don’t often come out and say so very clearly. I have a history of abuse and trauma. I am bisexual. I am transgender.

And the gathering of powers that be, who control the stories we get to see have made sure I know a fourth thing:

I’m the bad guy.

[Image 1: stock drawing of Catra from the eighties cartoon She-ra. Catra is a pale woman with black hair in a ponytail, heavy green eyeshadow, and red lipstick. Her outfit consists of a red armor-like bodice, very short tattered black skirt, long purple cape, armor on her forearms and lower legs, and a diadem that looks like a cat’s face with the mouth wide open for her face to emerge out of. She is smirking at us. One hand is raised to show the metal claws at the ends of her glove. The other is lowered, holding a sword.

Gif 1: Joan Jett from the cartoon Jem and the Holograms. Joan has wild eighties hair in light green, heavy make up in purples and pinks, big red round earrings, red neck scarf, and an orange top with a sleeveless jacket in yellow and purple stripes. Over all, lots of bright colors. She turns from whomever she’s talking to with a smile and says, “The only thing I give for free is attitude.”

Gif 2: Allison and Claire from the movie The Breakfast Club. Claire, a red headed girl in all pink is looking at the person next to her. That being another girl with dark shaggy hair and a big black sweater. She slowly turns to see Claire staring.

Gif 3: a blonde guy with sharp vampire teeth and face covered in streaks of blood. He’s leaning his head against the head of a dark haired woman in old-timey clothes. She barks out a laugh.

Gif 4: Rochelle, Bonnie, and Nancy from The Craft. They are three teenagers in school uniforms, complete with checkered skirts. Rochelle is black with curly hair, the other two are white and have dark straight hair. Rochelle is leaning over to whisper to Bonnie, who is wearing baggy jacket. Nancy has short hair, heavy make up and lots of silver jewelry. She is leaning forward and looking intently. The caption reads, “Oh, shit. It’s the bitches of Eastwick.”

Gif 5: Nancy is wearing a white pajama and is lying on a bed with her hands cuffed above her head. She has bloody scratches across her face and is smiling wide. “I’m flying…” she says to herself.

Gif 6: a blonde woman in a Ghost buster uniform - brown overalls, red goggles, and sci fi looking weapons connected to a box on her back. She licks along the gun in her right hand. Or at least mimes doing so.

/End description.]

I can’t begin to express the difference it makes just that I’m able to wear exclusively t-shirts, baggy shorts, and flip-flops. And the thing is, right. What you notice is that I’m wearing something slightly odd for the weather. What you don’t notice is that I’m not curled up with my hands clamped over my ears because socks make the clinking plates in the restaurant too loud.

[Image ID: Tweet from lifelong autodidact (@/ pot8um) on 11/8/22 reading: So many things are out of kid's control— uncomfy clothes, loud noises, icky food, confusing rules...

As an adult, I make my own choices. I wear, eat, and do what I like, because if I don't, I get overloaded.

That's why I don't remind you of your 8-year-old autistic nephew. /End ID]

Did you know the plural of sphinx is sphinges? Read more in my infographic about the different types of sphinges from around the world. 

[Image: beige text on a brown background, “Know Your Sphinges

The sphinx (plural: sphinxes or sphinges) is a beast from folklore with the head of a human and the body of a lion. Some variations of sphinges also incorporate avian elements. A sphinx is often seen as a protector, and while its temperament varies depending on the culture, the creature can become very vicious if provoked.

African: found most commonly in Egypt, male, no avian features, benevolent, guardians.”

Each version of the creature presented has a corresponding drawing. For the egyptian sphinx, there is a lion with a human head, sitting on his hunches. He is looking at us. His dark hair is in tiny braids. It comes to his shoulders, besides the bangs. There is a wide necklace covering his neck and shoulders.

“European: found most commonly in Mediterranean regions, female, winged, penchant for riddles, hostile towards humans, harbinger of bad luck and destruction.”

She has a lion body, stalking forward, and wings tucked at the sides. Her head is leaning down, not breaking eye contact. Her blonde hair is close to the scalp but four long ringlets are coming from behind the ears, almost to her paws.

“Asian: found most commonly in the Southern and Southeastern regions of Asia, male, protector of evil, cleanser of souls.”

Body of a lounging lion and a smiling human face. Everything else from the shoulders up is covered in flower petals.

“Quick facts: The oldest depiction of a sphinx was found in Turkey, dated to 9500 BCE. The word sphinx comes from the Greek work sphingo, to squeeze, however some historians believe the name is a derivation of the Egyptian shesepankh, which means living image. In Sanskrit, one name for the sphinx is purushamriga, or man-beast. In Medieval Heraldry, the sphinx stands for mystery, guardianship, and divinity.”

/End description.]

to pretend that horrible people cannot make good art is another way to conflate beauty and talent with integrity and morality. the works of monsters are best examined with knowledge of the author in mind but art is not inherently reflective. human beings are creative, and habitual liars- it'd be stupid to pretend art must always be a portrait of its creator

it's also a convenient oversimplification of humans to believe that a person who is horrible in one way will be horrible in every way. people can hold terrible views in one area and have something thoughtful to say in another. people can do terrible things to one person and tremendous acts of kindness and empathy to another.

humans are fucking complicated

i feel like it says something about us as a species that somebody worked real hard to invent 3D printing when i think anyone who has ever used a printer would agree with me that we have not really gotten our arms around 2D printing yet. we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

anyway, i saved this one to send to my coworker and now you hang above our single staff printer in our very busy library and we get to look at you as this printer fails us day after day.

it’s an honor to be affiliated with a frustration that is so near and dear to my heart

[Image: photo of the bottom of a cork board, where the post has been printed out in color and pinned. The top of a printer is peeking at the bottom of the image. /End description.]

My friends who have never experienced flooding, and who are about to deal with it from this storm, please remember:

1. NO. YOU CANNOT MAKE IT THROUGH THAT WATER ON THE ROAD. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE DRIVING. TURN. AROUND.

2. DO NOT GO WADING THROUGH THE WATER. EVEN IF YOU JUST WANT TO SEE HOW DEEP IT IS. THAT. WATER. IS. CONTAMINATED.

3. IT IS CALLED FLASH FLOODING FOR A REASON. THE WATER RISES AND SURGES IN A FLASH. STAY. HOME.

4. If you're at risk of flooding, raise up any of your belongings now. Put the legs of tall things in buckets. Know where your important documents are.

5. Stay safe.

Don't EVER EVER FUCKING EVER drive through flood water. NEVER. I don't CARE if you think you can make it. I don't CARE if you think you know the road.

ROADS WASH OUT FLOODWATER IS DEEPER THAN IT LOOKS. Don't drive through it! Never!

Do NOT go into your attic unless you have the proper tools to cut yourself out. They're predicting storm surges up to 20 feet, which is taller than most two story houses. If you get trapped in your attic, you will drown in there.

Do NOT walk through flood waters. There are too many dangers to list, but at minimum you're risking contact with dangerous bacteria, underwater debris you can't see, and manholes that have popped open that you can fall into.

snakes in the water. gators in the water. fire ant colonies make rafts and *float*

stay *out* of the water

A fae being stands before you.

“Every day you will receive one thousand dollars in your bank account. But every time you lift a glass to your lips to take a drink, you will hit your front teeth on the first try. Every. Time. Do you accept this deal?”

Yes. Quite easily so. You see, making deals with the Fae is down to very specific word choices. They shot themselves in the foot with their own words here while making this deal, even though they thought their word choice was so very, very clever. The Fae specifically uses the word “glass”. This, in turn, limits the person that agrees to the deal to the “hit your front teeth on the first try every time” to only be hitting their teeth on the first try every time if they drink out of a glass. If the person decides to drink out of a container that isn’t made out of glass, like, say for example… A paper cup. Or a soda can. A plastic bottle. Styrofoam cup. Yeti Tumbler. Their own hand. A bowl. Who knows, a person can get hella creative when they realize there are ways to get around the rules without actually breaking them. So. A Fae being stands before me, and offers me this deal. I smile, wide and unassuming, offer my hand to shake. “I accept this deal and all of it’s terms unconditionally.”

I was in a swing accident as a child and lost my front teeth, the ones in my head are implants. That glass is gonna WORK to hit some Mound of medical waste in Tacoma, Washington

Also like. It says lift a glass. What if you leave it on the table and use a straw? I feel like that’s a work-around if you’re like at a fancier restaurant that only uses glasses too. Which you might be a lot if you’re getting $1000 a day.

i just walked past the apartment beneath mine and through an open window i could hear my downstairs neighbor crying faintly while the song jolene played in the background and im just like… bitch are you okay…?

I actually ended up going back downstairs to check on her and brought some leftover cookies I baked this afternoon. she’s very sweet and going through a Breakup Mood™️ after being cheated on. she’s coming over to my gf and I’s annual bad movie night on Friday and she even let me pet her cat named Clarence

my gf thinks it’s funny but very fitting that our downstairs neighbor was able to summon a concerned lesbian just by playing jolene while crying about being done dirty by a man

reblog to summon a concerned lesbian in your hour of need