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[viitlumi]

@kerothi answered here:

Jean's response turned the frown on his lips into a rather mischievous grin, widening as Vito bent towards him, his eyes glinting with mirth and jocularity.

“Hey, Jean, don't take this the wrong way, please,” Vito began, nodding at the seat.

"Hilda has been spending the whole day in this seat, working on important things. Look…” the brunet replied, pointing a finger at a piece of paper with lettering in a language that ascribed to the three siblings sprawled on the hardwood table's surface.

“She didn't mean to be discourteous when she would have asked you to move. Didn't you, Hilda? You like Jean so much, you don't intend him to be aghast at you! You're too nice for this world!” he called over to his sister, who was waiting in the doorway, observing the gathering crowd.

Hilda's ordinarily placid and indifferent gaze dilated in horror and her hand darted up to cover her face as she was visibly bewildered by Vito's blunt proclamation. Vito laughed uproariously instead and once again focused his attention on Jean.

“She's got all her paraphernalia there,” Vito continued with a casual wave.

"I'm sure you didn't deliberately overlook it. We don't want to get in her way, do we?"

Hilda, still partially concealed behind her hand, gave Jean an apologetic stare, manifestly dismayed at the limelight and the very flagrant effort by Vito to 'explicate' her request she was too apprehensive for.

Vito flashed Jean a discreet smile, hoping that his declaration would make it easier for Jean to move without him taking an issue with it.

[watsonofagun]

OMG ANGIE! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! please tell me you have discord.

ooc;

omfg you don't know how hard i had to recall what i used to write with you, but i know i knew you because i don't know many brazilians /cry My discord's ayngee !!

[meteorshcts]

[ bumblebee ]

[ bumblebee ] where have you always wanted to travel to?

i'm kind of a homebody when it comes to things like traveling. i'm always so scared of going some place where i don't speak the language, and the act of traveling itself scares me a lot. i can't really imagine going anywhere far away. right now, i'm planning a trip to visit my family back in my hometown, which is a good 750 miles away from here. does that count for anything?

[limelemonchi]

freak Pines

[emjaydoubleyou]

this post is fearmongering. the results of this study are concerning and should definitely be a matter of public discussion, but this is certainly not the conclusion the researchers came to.

the point of the study was to assess the risks of exposure to toxic metals- something one of the co-authors notes are “ubiquitous” fwiw- via menstrual products. Their research confirmed that these metals are indeed present in tampons, but no further conclusions are drawn. it is possible the metal entered into the cotton from the soil, which is a well-known phenomenon; cotton is so good at lifting heavy metals that it has actually been suggested as a part of the solution for revitalizing polluted ground.

the authors conclude with an acknowledgement that the study should be repeated- their sample size was 60 tampons- and a suggestion that further testing ought to be done to indicate whether or not these metals can even leech out of the tampon in the first place, let alone whether or not such leeching could occur at levels deleterious to human health.

there is, in fact, a body of research- too small, for sure, but much larger than this single study- indicating that long-term proper tampon use has no observable negative impact on health. i am grateful and thrilled that more research is being done and i hope that this study is the first of many on this line of questioning, but i am really frustrated at this post and the response it got.

obviously, if this study alters your approach to menstrual health, more power to you. consumers should be informed-risk-takers, and menstrual health is double-obviously a very personal choice. but it definitely wasn't the researchers concluding that you ought to “avoid using tampons at all cost," only this tumblr user did. the lead author of the paper, in fact, specifically says that she hopes people do NOT panic about the results.

(the notes of the post were disappointing. people affirming that they knew they were right to be suspicious of tampons all along, or even recommending alternatives that actually have very little to no research regarding the safety of long-term use, etc. it’s a different conversation, but categorical distrust of tampons is old-school misogyny. you certainly shouldn't wear them if you don’t want to, but there is nothing inherently scary or wrong about them, and people who prefer them are not being reckless or crass.)

((if you're really worried about exposure to heavy metals, you may want to turn a critical eye to fast fashion, as an aside))

[envelopandkissme]

this fucks

[bob-artist]

Since the Canada griffin was proudly mentioned recently I figure it can’t hurt to ask if you do happen to have plans to design Canada griffin goslings at some point in the future? (muse permitting)

I DO NOW.

I present to you

honklings

[serial-unaliver]

me: it's wrong to assign children stigmatizing labels due to antisocial behavior implying they were born with some sort of evil condition when in reality these behaviors result from abuse, neglect, peer influence, or a combination and can be best resolved with proper support before the child reaches adulthood. instead these children are isolated and punished at school and have trouble seeking help later in life.

someone: op this is a lie I literally know a 5 year old who is actually a sociopathic narcissist

[marisatomay]

twitter is hell but i really hope it doesn’t actually die because this is in contention for the funniest thing i’ve ever read in my life

[mercurialstorm]

"I dare you to tell me something true for once."

From this

Tell me something true for once.

His gaze fixed on her face.

His words hung in the air, demanding a response that Lyanna wasn't prepared to give. The air between them thick, their gazes locked in a silent standoff. Worry lacing all of her features, Lyanna's forehead leans down, her eyes lowering, taking a steadying breath.

“Can we just pretend for a minute?” Her finger tracing invisible patterns on her wrist.

“That this might not be the last time we see each other.” She pulls back and searches his eyes for something. “That the world isn’t ending and we..." She takes a long pause. The stoic mask she'd been wearing the last few months was washed away by a dose of fleeting reality. Something in her chest felt like it broke violently.

"I'm scared as hell of losing you. But here I am blurring into it."

[viitlumi]

@centuricnis : Continued reply from HERE Vito had grown accustomed to the silence that lingered between them, a stillness only interrupted by the occasional flicker of pain that crossed Levi’s face. Tonight, that stillness shattered.

Levi bolted upright in bed, gasping like a man dragged from the depths of a nightmare—and from the way his body shook, it wasn’t difficult to imagine he was still trapped in its clutches. Vito was already there, hand firm but gentle on Levi’s shoulder, offering a solid anchor without saying a word. He’d learned by now that words often weren’t needed.

Vito waited, his fingers subtly adjusting their grip, not constraining but there, a steady reminder of the present. He knew the Captain would hate being fussed over, but he’d been around long enough to understand what it meant when someone’s nightmares threatened to drag them under. Vito didn’t push, didn’t ask—he simply stayed.

After a few tense moments, the Northerner could recognize Levi’s eyes finally began to open, the haze of fear gradually retreating. Vito met his gaze briefly but didn’t linger. There was no need to add to the weight already pressing down on the man.

When the former soldier's voice finally broke the silence, it was hoarse, the barest thread of a request: “We have any tea or something nearby?”

The brunette exhaled slowly, a subtle release of tension. “Yeah, I’ve got it.” His words were calm, easy—no rush, no urgency, just a matter-of-fact promise that he’d take care of it. Rising from the bed, Vito moved through the dim room with a natural grace, his steps quiet but deliberate. The kettle was where he’d left it, prepped ahead of time as always. He struck a match, lighting the stove with a soft hiss, the flicker of flame casting a brief warmth over the small, yet homely space they were occupying.

In the corner of his eyes, the male noticed that his Captain hadn’t shifted much since he’d left his side, still sitting upright, his hand resting absently against the blankets, knuckles pale from gripping too hard. Even now, the man carried the weight of too many battles—both the ones he’d fought and the ones that haunted him.

Vito didn’t comment on it. That wasn’t his way. Instead, he busied himself with the tea, pulling a small pouch of herbs from his pack. They were something he’d brought with him from home, well, Solveig did—nothing special, but comforting in their simplicity.

As the water heated, he glanced back at Levi, his mind working through the usual thoughts that surfaced in moments like this. He knew he wasn’t going to fix anything—not with tea, not with his presence, not with any damn thing in this world. But maybe, just maybe, he could help make the night a little less unbearable. That was enough … for now.

When the kettle whistled, Vito poured the steaming water into a chipped cup, adding the herbs with delicate ease. The steam rose slowly, filling the room with the faint scent of something herbal and grounding. He brought the cup back to Levi, holding it out without ceremony.

“Here,” he murmured, sitting beside the other once more by the edge of his bed. "It's nothing you'd probably prefer for the future … but it will do its work just fine."

The Northerner shifted slightly, leaning back, his posture relaxed. He wouldn’t press the other man to talk about the nightmare. Hell, if Levi ever wanted to, he would. Until then, Vito would stay right where he was. A quiet, steady presence.

[meteorshcts]

“I can’t go to hell. I’m all out of vacation days.” — kunsel

“Icicle Inn is like the opposite of hell, I think,” Zack replied, gesturing absently. “Or, you know, hell in a different way. And – I may have neglected to mention this, but it's not exactly a vacation in so many words. It's like, you know, a mandatory mission that was given to me by Director Lazard, that I'm dragging you on because I get to do that now that I outrank you. Congratulations, Soldier, you've been assigned a mission.” He clapped Kunsel on the shoulder. “Get your stuff together, we leave at 06:00 tomorrow.”

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[kuuhaiyu]

i really can't emphasize how heartbreaking it is that the recent harassment campaign against @/90-ghost (among others; see: 1, 2, 3) has led to well-meaning people telling others not to listen to him. he is one of the most visible survivors of the genocide here on tumblr. his entire journey of escape is so well documented! and yet, it only took a few people confidently pointing fingers to create an entire witch hunt accusing him and other palestinians of being disreputable scammers and liars.

i can't help but feel like the reason why people were SO eager to believe those accusations, is because it was uncomfortable to see posts from palestinians every day asking for our time, attention, money, and support; so when someone presented the perfect excuse to ignore all those posts and asks while also taking the high ground, people just LEAPED onto it. they wanted to believe it, because it would be more comfortable.

honestly, i understand feeling overwhelmed by bad news, by the number of asks and messages in your inbox, and so on and so forth. i understand needing to set boundaries for yourself so you don't get burned out. i think this is really when you have to have a set of principles to fall back on, even when you're tired, uncomfortable, angry, and/or sad. so here's the one i suggest, which has been working for me best: don't make your discomfort with this situation into someone else's problem, and for god's sake don't make it a public problem.

if you hate seeing fundraiser posts or news about gaza, i can't emphasize this enough, JUST MOVE ON. KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND SCROLL PAST! all you have to do is absolutely nothing. which is what you were doing anyway, so it shouldn't be hard. if you don't have the heart to read, or reblog, or share, or donate, or support in other ways, at the very least, don't obstruct the efforts of people who ARE trying to make a difference. this is, quite literally, the least you can do.

[spinejackel]

What are dead man walking tornadoes? :O

it’s a multi-vortex tornado. i dont remember the tribe it originates from (i think it was cherokee), but there’s a native american legend…? saying? that goes “if you see a man in a tornado, you are about to die.”

the most infamous shot of a dead man walking tornado hit jarrell, texas in 1997

it did so much damage to the town it caused the scale that tornados are measured by, the fijita scale, undergo revisions, and it made anchoring buildings in the tornado alley region pretty much mandatory. (it took the entire town off the map. only those who had taken shelter outside of the town or in underground bunkers survived.)

two more examples of dead man walking tornadoes looking like a person are a tornado from 2011 that hit cullman, alabama

and a tornado from 1975 that hit xenia, ohio

edit: it has been brought to my attention that the native american “legend” part of this post was a rumor spread by a documentary.

i have been asked to remove it, but i believe in letting my errors stand because i’m not perfect. i make mistakes

[alfea]

PLEASE go donate some esims if you’re able to

[chase-prairie]

Loving reminder from your land history auntie:

North American golf courses have had 50-100 years of arsenic and mercury based fungicide and herbicides applied to their soils.

Do not eat anything that has been grown on a golf course or downstream from a golf course. I know it sounds cool and radical, but you are too valuable to poison yourself with heavy metals.

Protect each other, turn your local golf course into a pollinator garden, not a sex forest or community garden.