horsesarecreatures:

horsesarecreatures:

R-Barbaris

The first of the imported violets from Ukraine to bloom. Can’t believe how quickly it took root!

Another one whose blooms significantly change during winter.

lizardsfromspace:

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expertpedestrian:

ALT

homunculus-argument:

When you encounter someone you haven’t seen for a while and they ask you how you’re doing:

coldshrugs:

mlobsters:

(tiktok)

cool, calm and collected strongwoman queen, gabi dixson 👑 with the 330lbs per hand

eeveenicks:

dammitradar:

evelynstarshine:

roughstar:

first-sight-and-second-thoughts:

op disabled reblogs so here

It’s so hard to come to that conclusion though, like at this point unalive is a part of gen Z culture. It’s just using a word, they’re not even thinking about talking on TikTok or YouTube anymore, they’re just talking. It’s a lot like people getting mad over AAVE because it’s not grammatically correct and yes it’s not, but AAVE is a cultural usage of English, a dialect if you will. They use it because their friends and family use it, everyone talks that way. Nobody thinks about grammar when speaking AAVE. It’s actually kind of offensive if you try to correct someone. It’s like that with unalive too. It’s a clashing of culture, we don’t understand it because we see it as it was formed, a response to a shitty half ass language filter, not as it is used, which is just another word for kill, death, or died. I really think this one is just not a big deal enough to fight. I think that teacher in the first part, while I agree with the sentiment and find the story funny, it’s also in my opinion not about maturity but just a culture thing.

From working with children, the way kids who use unalive react when they hear someone say kill or suicide, it’s not just slang or comparable to minoritised dialects, it’s self-censorship, active and deliberate with fear of consequences built into it.

The idea of being punished by an invisible force for saying a bad word is literally something I was terrified of in Catholic school and it’s creepy that corporate sponsors are living in kids’ heads the way God and Satan lived in ours.

thiefseeker:

some silly raptor skins i came up with for fun hehe. based on some of my favourite parrots: the rainbow lorikeet, galah, and female red-tailed black cockatoo

sule-skerry:

This was shared as a “bad” joke but I was so charmed by it I’ve been thinking about it for days.

astrogriffinart:

Berry, the squishy pink salamander-caterpillar thing.

p1x3l-h3arts:

How is she so pretty?

ibetitdoes:

not to enforce gender roles but a computer should NOT fucking have apps okay. if I wanted an app I’d go on my phone my laptop is for Programs. I mean this.

gallusrostromegalus:

I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.

It’s right-handed

I am right-handed

There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly

I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.

There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.

I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.

A homo erectus made it

Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.

Who were you

A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?

Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?

Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?

Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?

Who were you?

What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?

What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby’s head when a stranger holds them.

Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?

Or has it always been divine?

Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?

Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.

The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it’s done.

Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?

I’m not religious.

But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn’t partaking in the divine

I don’t know what is.

tartrazeen:

septemberkisses:

the fact that i’m no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don’t; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

It is really cool to look back on how young they are, though. It puts so much new context on the trials they endured and responsibilities they shouldered. I can appreciate how much they took on willingly and how much was forced onto them so much better now that I realize how young they were - and that feeling grows as I do. :)

foxgirltail:

insomnivamp:

foxgirltail:

I love you being trans I love you trans women i love you gender exploration I love you self discovery

[link to the Reddit post]

[ID: two screenshots of a reddit post on r/offmychest by user awaythrowjessie, titled “My girlfriend made me realize I’d be happier as a woman”. it reads as follows:

I am 33, born male, and have had major self image issues my entire life. I hated seeing myself in mirrors, pictures, you name it. I honestly thought it was kinda normal so I just accepted it.

Now about 3 weeks ago I was at my girlfriends house, we have been dating a little over a year now, and have plans to move in together soon. Now recently she has shaved her head to support of her friends with cancer (side note thenl treatments for that friend are going very well). She had since bought some wigs to wear while her hair grows back out. We were joking around as I have male pattern baldness, and when she went to the bathroom I jokingly threw a wig on and waited. She came our, saw me we laughed for a bit and she said “you know I think you’d make a pretty girl” we laughed some more but those words triggered something in me.

Cut to a few night’s ago she asked why I’ve been acting weird lately and I just told her how i was feeling. She said “alright let’s do this ” and when I asked what she told me she was going to give me a bit of a makeover and put me in one of her dresses and if i liked it then good. I was nervous and asked what if I did like it would she still be attracted to me. She just responded with “Baby you know I’m bi, guy or girl you’re still mine.” Her words reassured me honestly i love her so much.

Anyways she finished the make up, fitted a wig on me perfectly and got me in a dress and even helped me put a bra on and stuff in a little so i could see what breasts would kinda look like on me. Now I expected to see myself in the mirror, laugh this off and move on right, but I didn’t. She did an unbelievable job, like I looked like I had been born a woman, and when I saw myself in the mirror for the first time in my entire life, I liked what I saw. I probably stared at myself for a good 10 minutes before she finally asked me something. She asked what I wanted to be called. After a few seconds I said Jessie, I always like the name Jessie. She whispered in my ear “well Jessie, you look beautiful.” And that was it, I knew this was who i wanted to be.

I’m nervous now though, my friends will accept it but my family are, well let’s just say not very progressive. But this is what I want.

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there’s an update!! 

[link]

[ID: A screenshot of a Reddit post from r/offmychest by user awaythrowjessie, titled “I went out as Jessie for the first time and I was honestly surprised”. The screenshot reads:

Hello everyone, this is an official follow up to my previous post that went viral and caught me off guard.

So me and my girlfriend, (Who has officially agreed to disclose her name lol) Emily, had gone shopping for me to get me outfits and the like. Earlier today i put on one of those outfits and officially faced the world as Jessie for the first time.

To say I was nervous would be an understatement. We went to our local mall and I was almost shaking, thankfully Emily calmed me down and said if anyone said anything mean to me she’d handle it, then playfully threw up her hands like a boxer lol. We stepped inside and started walking around going in stores and I noticed something, no one was staring. Like at all. I live in an area that still has issues with LGBTQ people so I was afraid of staring or aggressive people. But none of that happened. People greeted me, the store workers were kind and nobody looked at me like I was weird. I felt comfortable, and Emily even said she saw someone check me put, though i doubt that.

This was unbelievable to me and honestly I felt like myself. I feels nice that I can go out without worrying about Judging eyes.

To all the supporters of my previous post thank you, you have made me happy. Ill keep this account going to let you join me in my journey and once I’m confident enough I’ll post up some pics of me and Emily too :)

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I’d much rather people reblogged this version of the post than any other at this time btw

cassandra-xx:

lotusmi:

cassandra-xx:

lotusmi:

cassandra-xx:

Maybe you want to see my pink sky ?

I literally left my bed to show you how the sky here right now too! 💗

🥹🥹🥹 it’s like we live in the same place 🩷

That is actually interesting because when I saw your picture I thought ‘it’s been ages since I don’t see a pink sky’ and nowww.. 💞 here is it :)

I thought the same before seeing mine 🤭

👁