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I went to the forest that makes you have multiple pronouns and accidentally touched some poison ivy there

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so was anybody gonna talk about the new ecology paper proposing Ethiopian wolves as potential pollinators of native nectar-rich flower inflorescences positioned on stalks conveniently within wolf enjoying height AND that it includes photos of said wolves doing said unconfirmed alleged pollination (delightful) AND that it has observational evidence suggesting some wolves do like 1 flower and are done and other wolves just get really into it and spend upwards of an hour going between 20 and 30 flowers for up to 4-5 minutes per cluster just utterly going at it, lost in the nectar sauce? because I cannot BELIEVE I haven’t seen something on this webbed site about it yet. it just has everything this site enjoys

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"Can I do a snoop check to see how horny The Fix is?" "That's gonna be snoop one."

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my name is detective sleeping and im about to get started on my toughest case yet. the pillow case

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Finished a new piece. I think it speaks to my state of mind. Notice the fine details. :)

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Y'all know that line from 'When You Believe' in Prince of Egypt: "Though hope is Frail Its hard to kill"?

When I was younger I didn't realise that the lines were connected, and thought that it was just saying: 'Regardless of hope, Murder is difficult', which I was like "Yeah, I guess? Not really sure why you are bringing it up though."

It took wayyy too long for me to figure it out.

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Most-used word in each US state.

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my favourite part of last night's everything is content

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movie called technically blonde where she goes to trade school instead

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Reblog if you're hoping 2011 will be a fresh start.

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I'd like to tell you all a story about my grandmother.

My grandparents raised their children, four girls (one of them my mother), to be fighters. My aunts marched in Washington for women's rights with babies strapped to their chests and like to joke that all of the grandchildren who came from that line (including myself) were born with picket signs in their hands.

But it started with my grandparents. They fought hard for what they believed in. They marched against Vietnam. They marched for Martin Luther King. They marched for women's rights. They marched for a better future.

But let's talk specifically about my grandmother for a moment.

My grandmother unfortunately passed away in 2016. She had to watch the first Trump election and did so knowing that it would probably be the last election she'd ever see. And there is some argument there that she could have given in to fear and defeatism. She could have decided none of it was worth it, and she could have decided that fascism had won and the world was over.

But she did something else instead.

To give some context, my grandparents had friends who were Republicans. I say were, because they shifted from the normal Republican towards the MAGA Republican we see today. And despite a very clear message from my family about how we felt, they were more than ready to still come to the funeral as if everything was normal. Like their beliefs were normal. Like they were welcome to celebrate someone who had fought so hard for the rights of other people.

These were people who would have absolutely used their rhetoric to scream and shout if they were left out or disinvited.

And so my grandmother, even past her final moments, pulled the most brilliant, petty move I've ever seen.

She'd decided ahead of time that everyone who had known her was more than welcome to attend but that she wanted everyone attending the funeral to donate money. That was the requirement to be invited. And so everyone did just that. There was no talk about what the donations were for, just that they were appreciated. I want to say that the assumption was the money would help pay for funeral expenses and give the family some support while we grieved.

Except that wasn't the case.

Because in those final moments of the funeral, the rabbi stepped forward to thank everyone, and then very cheerfully announced;

"Arlene was so happy to know just how many people were coming to join us here today. She couldn't have been more proud of her family. And I'm sure she would have been elated to see just how much money you all gave today to Planned Parenthood."

When I say that the faces of those people are enshrined in my memory, I mean it. The anger, the devastation, the rage, the betrayal. It was an absolutely gorgeous display of true defeat at the hands of a boss ass old lady who literally fought with her last breath and threw up both middle fingers all the way out the door.

What I'm saying is this.

It is very easy to feel defeated. It is very easy to think that everything is over, and there's nothing left for us to do. It's very easy to say that fascism won, that fear won, that hate won.

But that's only true if you let it be true.

There is always more that we can do. There is a future that is still worth fighting for. And it's more than possible, even when it doesn't seem like it.

And fighting is going to look different every time.

Some days it will look like picket signs in our hands.

Some days it will look like spending time with friends and family and people you love and knowing that you have a community that supports you and your vision of a brighter future.

And some days, it's pulling absolute natural level 20 petty trickster shit even after you've left the world.

Because you can always make an impact and you can always add a little brightness to life, and if that means tricking a group of MAGA idiots into throwing their money behind Planned Parenthood in the middle of your own goddamn funeral then that's what it means.

Keep fighting. People have done it before you. People will continue to do it after you.

And enjoy the little victories.

(Even the petty ones)

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I’m so tired. Folks, folks…please, your local amateur historian is crying.

1) No, the Israelites did not actually slaughter and drive out the Canaanites from the Levant;

2) No historical or theological figure that pre-dates the Roman Expulsions was Palestinian, as the land was not yet called Syria-Palestina and there was no ethnic or national grouping by that name/identity in the region until well over a millennium after;

3) No historical or theological figure that pre-dates Mohammad, Prophet of Islam, was Muslim;

4) No historical or theological figure that pre-dates approximately 30-40 CE, was Christian; and

5) The Jews did not kill the Jesus figure.

Some intellectual honesty and historical literacy? As a treat? Please?

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First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

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Could you maybe reblog this post if you think respecting trans peoples' names and identities is a basic right and not a political opinion?

No pressure. Just seeking some validation of my sentiment. Due to some. people

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reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a fucking break

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"OOoohhh, Brennan Lee Mulligan! Oooooh!!!"

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