#learn from each other

[i-wear-the-cheese]

When any tech literate person tells you to get a VPN, instal content blockers, stop putting your real name online this is the shit we are protecting you from. data brokers have sold information that has got people murdered, and many world governments are allowed to buy that information legally without your consent. you better believe that any government hell bent on a witch hunt is gonna get data from the brokers on anyone they thing has too many warts and a broomstick. Stop waving the fucking broom around!!! the more layers of protection you have the more open you can be but tumblr fucking dot com is not a safe place to be bragging about anything that could get you jailed or doxxed

I know all the posts about how to stockpile hrt come from a good place but yall. Stockpiling T on purpose is a felony and its not one i judge you for but...STOP admitting it out loud on your blogs frankly and with none of the "teehee THEORETICALLY" shoplifter blogs used to have. Im seeing people talk abt the stockpiles they already have AND their plans to share it and my guys... this website WILL give your personal info to the government if subpoenad. Idk that its LIKELY but I know itd be embarrassing as hell to go to JAIL for felony possession of controlled substance w intent to distribute bc you couldnt stop yourself from YAPPING on a fucking tumblr post and then mr hammers gave your email and login ip to the cops. I KNOW youre all not using secure enough burners and vpns and shit 4 that Cmon now

[ninelanguages]

Serious not so fun story time!

I’m feeling really shit about all the racist remarks I keep hearing in my vicinity, in real life as well as online. “They aren’t like us.”, “they don’t have our norms and values”, “they can’t even speak our language (properly).” I’ve heard a young teen say “I cannot have stolen anything I’m don’t have a X-background”. As if people with certain backgrounds are incapable of stealing (the factual number say otherwise).

I’ve had the luck that since the start of my secondary school the background of the people in my classes has been varied. Since I started working I’ve also worked with a variety of people. Due to this I’ve met African, Canadian, Chinese, Dutch, English, Filipino, Finnish, French, German, Indonesian, Iranian, Iraqi, Irish, Moluccan, Moroccan, Polish, Spanish, Surinamese, Turkish, Ukrainian & Vietnamese people. They spoke multiple languages and had different religions.

Again, they were my classmates or my colleagues. I’m not talking about one time meetings. I saw them almost daily, 8 hours a day, for years and you know what? None of them have ever hurt me or anyone else around as far as I know. None have yet gone to jail. Most of them spoke my mother tongue (which I understand at C1 level) almost as good as me. Some mastered it even better. Others were learning, trying!

I’ve heard too many people make racist remarks towards them without reason. Some would fight back ofcourse, but most would be too perplexed to argue (what would you do if a stranger suddenly called you nasty names, you weren’t expecting and you don’t want to escalate the situation), many would become scared, some would burst into tears. Everyone just wants to be respected, be safe and treated kindly.

Yes, there are bad people out there, but it’s not every person with a certain background. And “bad” people also just need a bit of help and understanding most of the time.

I said “I’ve had the luck that the background of the people I’ve met has been varied”. I really do believe this is my luck. I grew up in a family which made racist remarks without ever having anyone with a different background over the floor. Let’s blame this on ignorance. One of my uncles even forbid his son to have someone with X-background as a friend. They were kids. This was the fear that grew out of ignorance. He never meant bad, but this was cruel ignorance.

If I hadn’t met all these people I’m not sure I wouldn’t have been like them. If you want to stop being afraid of people you know nothing about you should try to get to know them.

Don’t let fear control everything.

[arcxnumvitae]

"You are jealous of Sivel. Is that it?" The words suddenly jolted her out of her post-sex reverie. She could have laid there in Iomhar's sheets, fingers tracing against skin and stone, for all eternity. Yet the mention of his name in the midst of it shattered the moment like a happy dream suddenly and sharply fading away.

"Uttering another lover's name in bed? I expected more couth." She began to roll away, and yet Iomhar propped himself up on an elbow and caught her hand with his. The eyes that gazed so steadily at her were disarming, and the woman's lips formed a small frown.

"...We are betrothed. I know your lover will hold a special place in your heart, yet I fear that no space will be left for me. I do not assume romance must blossom in an arranged marriage, but I do not wish to be treated as a burden, or as some weight of obligation." She had only meant a little subterfuge to throw him off, and yet some of her own true feelings had slipped in. Damn him and those earnest eyes of his.

Iomhar's face seemed to fall, chagrined, and he folded her hand into his, enveloping it in its firm warmth. "And that is my fault. I apologize, Leithe. It is indeed not fair to you to treat you as anything lesser. Our marriage is arranged, but married we will be. We will be partners, and it will not do to make you feel any less appreciated. I love Sivel, yes, but I hope to cultivate a care just as important for you."

Another mention of his name. However, even the familiar bitterness wasn't enough to fully extinguish the warmth that blossomed beneath his words.

"I..." She felt a flush enter her cheeks. "I would like to begin moving my things into your home, if that is okay with you?"

"Of course." Iomhar brought her hand to his lips to kiss. "Anything you wish."

She smiled in reply. He could leave as many marks as he wanted in his paltry attempts to lay claim. In the end, it would be her to provide Iomhar the things that he couldn't-- a marriage, true, fae heirs, and a life spent at his side supporting him. What did the outsider know of that?

[kazieka]

hold up im reading more about the lionfish thing and this one island in Honduras has had such a huge problem with lionfish that the measures they have taken include

• getting special exemption from the Honduran government to allow divers access to harpoons and spears which are otherwise illegal in fishing

• public campaign to teach people how to prepare and eat lionfish (apparently they are very tasty once the poisonous spines are removed) (but watch out)

• holding lionfish combination hunting competition and cookout (reportedly they killed and cooked 1,700 in a day) (someone killed 60 of them with a rubber band spear gun???)

• most recently and apparently out of desperation, the divers in charge of culling the lionfish in the Roatan Marine Park just started. feeding the lionfish they killed to sharks. bc what else are you gonna do with it

• the sharks don’t seem to notice or be affected by the poison and begin hanging out with the divers

• the sharks then were seen hunting and killing the lionfish on their own

like this is nuts to me sorry. the sharks just had to be shown “hey this is food, did you know?? you can eat these!! here try one!!” we are possibly altering an entire foodchain bc we like feeding the big ocean wolves

[nouverx]

*proceeds to drink the whole bottle*

Yeah Alastor you're gonna be loved and appreciated wether you want it or not :)

[askfordoodles]

"Young man, you cut that tsundere bullshit, I know what you're doing, I wasn't born yesterday." - Secret Brat Tamer Volkarin

[flwrkid14]

Had the silliest idea while making breakfast.. what if Damian’s Favorite Brother is Tim, but for the Dumbest Reason...pancakes

My idea is that Tim is Damian’s favorite brother, but not for the reasons one might expect. It’s not because of Tim’s skill, his smarts, or his ability to stay three steps ahead in every fight. Nope. Damian’s real reason for favoring Tim over Dick, Jason, or even Bruce is much simpler.

It’s because Tim makes the best pancakes. Like, legendary pancakes.

Not even kidding.

One morning, Tim casually whips up a batch of pancakes in the kitchen—y’know, because Alfred’s off running errands and the rest of the family doesn’t know the first thing about breakfast beyond opening a box of cereal, and Tim's been feeding himself since he was six. So Tim steps up to the stove, and bam—fluffy, golden stacks of heaven.

Damian, who never really cared for breakfast, takes one bite of Tim’s pancakes and is sold. From that moment on, he’s obsessed.

“Drake, you will make me those pancakes again tomorrow."

And Tim just blinks, completely confused, but shrugs it off like, “Uh, sure?”

The next morning, Damian’s right there in the kitchen, bright and early, waiting for his daily dose of pancake perfection. By the third day, he’s even dragging a chair next to Tim, watching like a hawk as Tim cooks, making sure he’s using the right ingredients.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Batfamily is just like, “Really? This is the thing that bonds them?”

Tim, being Tim, just rolls with it. He doesn’t ask questions. If Damian wants pancakes, Damian gets pancakes. He’s just trying to survive his new role as “Pancake Master.”

But Damian? Oh, he’s serious about this.

Damian tells anyone who will listen that Tim is the only one who knows how to make breakfast properly. He’ll give the other brothers side-eye anytime they dare to suggest they could cook for him. Even Alfred raises an eyebrow, but Damian’s already set: Tim’s pancakes or nothing.

What’s even funnier is that when Damian gets pissed off at anyone, he refuses to eat their cooking. But Tim? Untouchable. The one person who can screw up as many times as he wants and still be in Damian’s good graces—because those pancakes? Irreplaceable.

So, while the Batfamily argues over strategy, patrols, or who gets to drive the Batmobile, Damian's priorities are clear:

"You’re all amateurs. Drake’s the only one who makes pancakes worthy of the Wayne name.”

And now, Tim’s been promoted to Damian’s favorite brother for the silliest reason imaginable. But hey, if the key to Damian’s heart is pancakes, Tim’s got that title locked down.

[somethingsketchy3]

“Our child will always be a Bridgerton, but I should like them to know they are a Sharma as well” 💜🩵

the way this line lives in my mind rent free, like you don’t understand; the weight, the sentiments, the implications, in this essay i will—

ANYWAYS, i really hope to see baby Edmund in S4 👀

[healerinchief]

Conversations with Sorinne Preview - Episode #4 - Clip #7

"If somebody else can do it, I can do it."

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[lotus-pear]

yeah sure therapy is nice but teen soukoku is faster and a lot cheaper

[razormaze]

what fear a man like you brings upon a woman like me (please don’t look at me)

[graciehart]

how to say "I love you" in x-files [3/?] ⤷ 2.01 — "Little Green Men"

Mulder, even if George Hale only saw elves in his mind, the telescope still got built. Don't give up.

[uncanny-tranny]

Not a day goes by where I do not think about the advent of medicine like PrEP and wonder just what the people - especially queer people - who passed from HIV/AIDs during the AIDs crisis would think

And then, I read this survivor's testimony and it just makes me emotional. I think this is the closest answer we have. HIV has changed, and we must always remember the people who didn't see that change before it happened.

[lilybug-02]

You’re making a lot of promises there Chara…

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I enjoyed doing this little Flashback scene. We’ll be back to our regularly scheduled freakout session soon. Having monochrome color is very nice.

Here is a gif of Chara spilling their water because YES. And I spent way too long on it :)

Wow technology is so cool.

[pallanophblargh]

Apologies, I’m justifiably livid and will be for… who knows how long.

Before I can find a way to put that to good use, here’s an equally angry sketch.

Rage against the dying of the light.

[yrsonpurpose]

It’s been one long, long year of learning Henry inside and out, learning himself, learning how much he still had to learn.