#Complex Magnets

[scorpiuscomplex]

[tazmiilly]

it is always nice to find another abuse survivor who also felt like ford's story resonated with them. it's nice to feel like there's other people who know what I'm talking about

[annieisyourfavourite]

going through tsa is miserable but at least it's also dehumanizing and inefficient and, proven by studies, totally useless :-)

[goatsandgangsters]

does everybody want to hear a funny story about my Favorite High School English Teacher(™)

so my Favorite High School English Teacher was the faculty adviser for the gay-straight alliance and for a student literary magazine of bad angsty poetry, and somewhere in his spare time he volunteered to teach Troubled Youths at the place where my mom worked as a therapist 

so they ran into each other there and they like, vaguely recognized one another and were trying to figure out how they knew each other, and eventually realized “Oh! You’re My Kid’s English Teacher!” 

so he’s like “oh yes, I am, great kid, great student, we have class together and also the gay-straight alliance”

now. admittedly. my favorite high school english teacher should have known better than to tell a parent their kid goes to the gay-straight alliance, but I’ve already told you this is a funny story, so no harm came of it 

but my mom says to herself “hm. what is my kid doing going to the gay-straight alliance.” and she wonders if she should Talk To Me About It. and ultimately decides to respect my privacy and figures that if I want to tell her, I’ll tell her 

this was in like 2009. a solid decade+ has past, during which time I have come out to my parents multiple times, first for my sexuality, then again as trans 

and a year or so ago my mom—tearfully and riddled with guilt—confesses to me about this conversation with my Favorite High School English Teacher and how she’s so sorry that she never talked to me about the gay-straight alliance and how she wanted to respect my privacy but maybe she should have said something and it’s been eating at her ever since I came out that she never did and she wasn’t there for me about it��

which is when I stopped her and told her 

I was never IN the gay-straight alliance with my high school english teacher

I worked with him on the literary magazine 

and yet I was (correctly but too early) assigned gay at English teacher

[botboytoy]

If I put my fingers on your screen will it make pretty patterns like on an old TV?

>>: IF BY "OLD" YOU MEAN "CRT," THEN YES.

>>: I SEE NO USE UPGRADING TO LED.

>>: I LIKE WHEN MY SCREEN FEELS FUZZY.

>>: JUST KEEP. MAGNETS. AWAY.

>>: SERIOUSLY. ▮

[fragilecapric0rnn]

and just like that. i have started writing firefighter yaoi

[mutedeclipse]

Sketched up my favorite... Team. (Classic edition)

Its bully plasma hours

[starstaiined]

back on my bullshit of saying sam && tara mirror sidney && tatum more than they mirror sidney && gale

[masquenoire]

Smash or Pass + Harvey Dent / Two-Face ;P

Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.

"Little Goodie-Two Shoes Harvey Dent? Pass please, as in pass me the sick bag! Always scampering after Bruce like a lost little shadow, tch!" Roman hisses. If he hated Bruce Wayne, he hated Harvey Dent half - or twice - as much. Roman was never sure which but together the two rubbed him the wrong way, and all he wanted to do was find ways to get them into trouble back when they were kids. But then the attack happened, that day in court. Roman remembered it like it was yesterday, when Gotham's beloved pretty boy got a nasty wake-up call thanks to Maroni. Now he wasn't so pretty anymore, his good looks only half what they used to be but it had brought out a whole other side in the District Attorny, the one he knew existed if somebody poked and prodded him long enough. "Two-Face on the other hand, now there I might be convinced. And no, I ain't afraid of that mug, not when I look at my own every day in the mirror but Two-Face... yeah, he knows what's up. He's the one who knows how to have a good time without a care in the world, so I'd say smash if only everything he did didn't rely on a goddamn coin toss. Pass."

[website-com]

oh actually im too busy watching the tv show girls which i hate with a passion only matched by my hatred for the tv show barry. both of which were written by the main actor of the show and it could not be more obvious

[beingnotseeming]

my high school english teacher that i had for 3 outta 4 years there pulling me aside after the AP practice shit.

which like. to be fair. was dying (legit) through high school and yet you out here concerned with attendance and unhappy with your AP shit when your body (and brain specifically bestie) are shutting down😶 bestie. oof. anyway. i think it was the practice ones idk may have been the real ones. anyway very meaningful chat even if i can’t really remember it in much detail. appreciate her for that. and a fair amount of other shit. people aren’t perfect i sure aren’t but ripple effects absolutely can go a long way. anyway. dying and all that still scoring top in the class. was specifically NOT recommended for her class by the 8th grade english teacher cuz she didn’t like me. not at all sorry that i’m not gonna utilize your bullshit essay writing “skills” andddddd also have *checks notes* no school pride🤔 ma’am i have ain’t patriotic and i sure as hell am not getting caught up in your “school pride” especially when that school has been bigoted at every fucking turn including down to your ass specifically. oh. and who are you taking the racism the homophobia the transphobia etc to?? no one. fucking no one. it’s a waste of time bothering with the teachers. waste of time with the office staff the principal the disciplinarian. i’ll save my breath and my energy thank you very much. how many times has the sky fallen? how many times has the world stopped turning? quite a few. lost track. thing they don’t tell you about that is it’s stopped it’s fallen and it’s continuing on alllll at the same time. can’t take shit to the district. can’t take shit to “parents”. can’t take it to the news. let’s not even get me started on “police” and the “justice” system. can’t take shit to a government foundationally built on this shit. liberty and justice and freedom for all my fucking ass. been saying that since kindergarten. look on that teacher’s face was shock. “still have to say the pledge” actually no the fuck i don’t. fuck your governments. fuck your borders. fuck your presidents. fuck your justice. fuck your peace. fuck all the shit you claim as truth but wrap in lies if not just presenting an entire lie with not even a sliver of truth. fuck you for the land that was never yours and you still have no respect for. fuck you for all the intentional suffering. the intentional lack. the intentional bloodshed. the intentional building through the hands of those left with once again your bullshit illusion of choice. and yeah. choice is absolutely a thing. you punish the shit outta people that wanna choose anything outside of your “lines”. fuck that. fuck all of you. i choose and continue to choose me. first and foremost. and it’s so much bigger than me. always has been. so it’s never just been about me. tried to keep me from my history. tried to keep me from my roots. all drains lead to the ocean don’t you know. wouldn’t have let me watch finding nemo quite frankly. all roads. all pathways. i’ll get myself home. and i won’t. i’m not as alone as you’d like me to believe. never was. and sure as hell won’t be for the eternity y’all sure love to preach on. preaching with planks in your eyes. running from any type of reflection. wonder the fuck why. it’s not all done in the dark and i know. y’all do this shit in the light too. it’s a show. world stage. white picket fence bullshit. trying to keep up appearances. tryna hide your vile ass bloody hands. your actions and inactions carry weight. don’t give a shit what you say. hiding your hands behind your back as if they haven’t been holding the knife among so many other things. i see. i see even if i don’t. i know. and i’ll only continue to know. and we’ll come and continue to come. wave after wave. generation after generation. you can take the memories. you can’t take the knowing. you can’t take the heart. can’t take the heart in any way at this point. can’t touch that shit now despite your meddling. wanna talk so much shit about the toxicity in the glow stick. again to the mirror. take a seat.

take a kneel. have a fucking bow. not a bow for applause. not a bow for the crowd. a bow. final curtain call. stage collapsing with all the elephants you’re so desperate to ignore. skeletons outta the closets. what the fuck is my face to you. sure as hell ain’t a joke but absolutely is walking evidence. reckoning. ripple effects. have such a love and appreciation and gratitude for the ripples. the ripples in my life. the ripples in others. it’s not always a matter of fighting the tide. i can and will go with the flow. the flow of my real mother. the flow of my real father. a flow that knows. a flow that has an actual authority. a flow that ain’t abusing and misusing that shit. i stand and watch the wave. i can argue with it too. i’m not asking for a battering i’m demanding it. and at the end of all that. the wave still has choice. as i have choice. we’re on far different terms now. there’s always been levels to the understanding. grateful to be here. grateful to be. grateful for my knowing and experiences. grateful for the wave. grateful for the ocean floor. i have tea parties down there. and i play in the sand. the wave and i chat. it’s not a wave i have any fear of. a respect of yes. but there’s no reason for me to fear the wave and there’s no reason at this point to be battered by it. the wave comes when it comes. and it does what it does. and i love the wave all the same. love the wave wholly and entirely. totality. people talk about the destructive nature of the ocean and yeah that’s very much so a thing. it soothes. it calms. it heals. it loves. it provides. multifaceted. multidimensional. many things. and one. much like me. and we we are one. one and many. the fire like the ocean it can destroy and it can do so much more. cleansing waves. cleansing fire. company despite how alone one may look to others eyes.

i’m not asking. i’m not begging. i’m not pleading. not with any of you. lay that shit down at the feet of those who actually care. those with actual authority here and there and everywhere. for as much as you all pull strings. there’s a far larger orchestra playing. i can hear that shit harmonize you know. you don’t know. you have no fucking idea. have no fucking clue how i work. how i operate. and even if i could explain in its entirety its beyond the grasp of those so set and fixated on solely deceiving and destroying. again not saying that lightly. or even judgmentally. shit has its places. all things and nothing do. the abyss ain’t going anywhere. neither is the void. and they’re not asking to be fed. you can absolutely sit with them. sit in them. but all the shit you wanna throw down the well to them. it don’t matter. don’t matter in any type of way that counts. any type of way that changes. you can absolutely transmute. transmute shit inside of you. own that shit. it’s mine. it’s all fucking mine. but a respect must be had. an understanding. and i love the void. i love the abyss. i love the chasms. i love the light. i love the dark. i love the gray. i love duality. i love totality. i love. i love. i love. i love love. i love choice. i love destiny. i love holding multiple concepts multiple truths. i love the ways in which perspective can change everything. i love the various vantage points. from the bottom of an endless pit to the rise the rise the rise. i’m a glow stick only i can break in a way that’s gonna count. you can send shit. you can try shit. it’s only going to add to my light. and that glow is irritating as shit to some of you. oh well. been to hell and back. and i still go visit. it’s a home i made even if its not the home i stay in. i am home. and i’m going home. i’m a lighthouse. i’m a beacon. i’m a catalyst. i’m the spark. i’m the embers. i’m the inferno. i’m many many fucking things. attempts to box me in are issues you can deal with. i’ll study the box. i’ll learn all i can. and i’ll consume it. i’ll transmute it. something into nothing. nothing into something. i choose. i choose. i choose. i choose love. i choose abundance. i choose knowing. i choose freedom. i choose liberation. i choose revitalization. i choose faith and grace and forgiveness. and not the kinds you love to preach and shove down peoples throats. i choose my own. i choose the meaning. and i choose me and us and our authenticity.

i choose to honor those now and from before and those after. i choose to see the beauty. i choose to see the connections. can’t tell me shit. the maps are everywhere. in us. on us. on the leaves. in the trees. the list goes on and on. and i think that’s beautiful. the beauty of connection. the beauty in connecting. so many patterns. so many loops. so many roots. and they lie. they lie and rot the roots. try to at the very least. i uproot shit absolutely but i transmute shit as well. learned the hard way you can’t remove everything. can’t kill everything. what are you left with. what did you want. i wanted to have fun. i wanted to create. so i do. and i will. i will continue to do so. and i will continue to glow. not a matter of beating odds. just quite frankly ignored that shit. off the deep end. in extremes. and in grays. but i’m here. i’m here. i’m here. heart still beating. heart intact. heart still on my sleeve and not in a place of lack. i love us. and i’m proud of us. i have faith in us and so much more than us. and not a faith stuck on a fence. i faith i can run with. i faith i dance in. with. grateful. grateful to be here. grateful to be. grateful to be me. us. we. grateful. and loving. you can take the memories you can’t take the heart. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹🫶🏽

[biology-geology-beaches-india]

The Science Research Manuscripts. Page 149.

[technicolorxsn]

tempted to make a playlist for tlt but I think it would be very ntn centered bc that's what I'm reading rn

[lactose-intolerant-nihilism]

The length of a day is determined by the Earth's angular momentum, the length of a year by the shape of its orbit. Gravitational interactions alter both of those things, they just do it so slowly that it's imperceptible on human timescales.

The most important interaction to the change in Earth days is that with the moon - we notice its tidal interactions most in its influence on the ocean, but they're interacting with the entire planet, and they're leeching a tiny amount of our angular momentum away into the moon every cycle. For complicated orbital dynamics reasons, the moon's angular momentum increasing pushes it out to a higher orbit, so over time the moon gets further away and the day gets slower.

When the Earth and moon first formed out of the proto Earth-Theia collision back in the early solar system, the moon was twenty times closer than it is today and a day was only four hours long.

(In fact a period later on where a resonance between the sun and the moon caused the day's length to get stuck at 19 hours for around a billion years may well be the reason multicellular life first developed, and the rise of oxygen-breathing lifeforms changing the atmosphere and causing the amount of sunlight reflected away (since that also affects the angular momentum) may have been what broke it and let the day start slowing down again, but that's another story)

Fantastic reconstruction of an Archaeopteryx I saw at Southampton Fossil and mineral show. It was part of an exhibition of fossil replicas exhibited by Southampton University.

[i-am-aprl]

BREAKING:

AL SHIFA MEDICAL COMPLEX.

At least 140 Palestinians were executed among them are children

The building that the Israeli occupation blew up this morning in Al-Shifa Medical Complex is the nerve center of the health sector in Gaza City and its north.

All the heart devices, X-ray imaging, and magnetic resonance imaging equipment in Gaza were destroyed after the specialized building was bombed today.

The specialized building destroyed by the occupation contained the largest drug store in the Gaza Strip.

The Israeli burned homes last night that were sheltering civilians.

There are families trapped and starving in Al-Shifa Medical Complex since the occupation army entered it days ago.

“Israel bombing targets any moving object inside and around Al-Shifa Medical

Complex.

Communications are still cut off with everyone inside Al-Shifa Medical Complex.

There is no truth to the claims about the israli army withdrawing from Al-Shifa

Medical Complex.

Source - Quds Network