#if this is anything lol

[rowanisawriter]

wip whenever

iliad corporate lawyer AU

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“Okay, let us all work through this as a team.” Odysseus glances down at his hands and sees a spot or two of blood on the edge of his cuff. Goddamn it. “Can someone please share with the group just exactly what in the hell happened here?”

Achilles and Agamemnon start shouting at the same time.

“No!” Odysseus slams his fist down on the table again. “Not either of you. Patroclus.”

Patroclus pulls his gaze from the slowly growing pool of blood and spit on the floor at Agamemnon’s feet. His eyes refocus on Odysseus. “Yeah, okay. Um, Agamemnon decided to take the Trojans to court. Since negotiations have broken down and we aren’t getting anywhere trying to settle this. And Agamemnon said that he would be lead counsel. And Achilles said that he should be lead counsel since he’s done all the work setting up for the trial anyway, because he’s assumed from the beginning that this would go to trial—”

“You little bastards,” Agamemnon shouts. He lowers his destroyed suit jacket, his face and beard covered in blood. “Achilles has been wasting all our time preparing for a trial when we have been trying to settle this out of court the entire time. Maybe if he wasn’t so focused on outshining all of us in the courtroom, we would’ve made more headway trying to settle! Fuck!”

“You’re out of your mind, Agamemnon.” Achilles struggles against Diomedes’s grip again. The tails of his shirt have slipped out of his pants as he’s struggled. “The Trojans would never let us block this acquisition. Helen is as good as theirs. No amount of nice talk in a boardroom would ever work. You’ve been wasting all our time! The only shot we have is a trial, I’ve been saying this since day one.”

“Excuse me, is this firm called Atreus and Atreus, Esq. or is it called the Achilles-One-Man-Show? Can someone enlighten me?” Agamemnon glances around the room, his eyes stopping at each person, Nestor in his chair, Menelaus still standing outside the room looking through the glass door, Patroclus in the corner with his head in his hands, Antilochus with the wet wipe container clutched close to his chest. Finally, his eyes fall on Odysseus, sitting in his seat. “Maybe someone can check the name on the door? Or the names on the letterheads on all these goddamn papers? Well? Anyone?”

Odysseus looks at Achilles, who immediately resumes his struggle against Diomedes.

“Don’t fucking look at me! Go ahead and try to go to trial without me, you will regret it. The Trojans will acquire Helen and I’ll be laughing from the gallery the whole time. This trial means nothing to me. I don’t give a shit about any of this.”

[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))

[sleepy-bebby]

[queer-is-future]

so when straight people ask me why I say I’m “queer” or “gay” instead of sharing my actual identity as a panromantic demisexual non-binary sapphic queer I just tell them “ok look, when you’re talking to someone who isn’t local and they ask you where you’re from and you either say the name of the largest city nearby or ‘town name, suburb of large nearby city’ so they can get some geographical context of where you’re located right, bc they’re probably not going to know the name of the little town you actually live in.”

but if you’re talking to a local you can say the name of your actual town bc they have a greater chance of knowing where/what that is.

ok well when I’m talking to a straight person I start with queer bc chances are they aren’t as familiar with the context of all the little towns in that big queer city and need gps (gay positioning system) to find me.

if I’m talking to another queer person and I say I live in a suburb of gay city in a town called panromantic on the demisexual side of the tracks which is in the county of queer and I live off the intersection of non-binary and sapphic, they’d probably be able to find me with little to no problems, make sense?

[peaceandlove26]

everything is funny & i love being alive

[aterfish]

i love ways the word 'halfa' can be interpreted

[hoshizoralone]

reflection

[makenna-made-this]

Okkkkkk so where is Chicken Miku?

Anon the way i dropped everything when i saw this

HATSUNE BEAK-U

(based on the Onagadori chicken breed)

[capybara-platypus]

so uh apparently no ones done this yet. behold the touden friends. smiling meshi. delicious in friends. etc.

[abracadaze]

i feel so bad for nikola tesla like imagine spending years beefing with a guy who has conned the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and you end up dying broke and starving and alone and then 100 years later another guy cons the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and he's doing it all IN YOUR NAME. he must be rolling in his grave like a fucking rotisserie chicken

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[gaybuckybarnesss]

MANNY JACINTO Star Wars: The Acolyte UK Premiere

[anna-scribbles]

emma dupain cheng on the brain😽🎀

more:

[pimsri]

“Resurrection”

[orphiclovers]

Early scenarios joongdok dynamic 🔥🔥🔥

[heedzhee-art]

nice redstone gremlin