evilscientist3:

skeezels:

I just don’t get the appeal of streams

north atlantic fish watching salmon swim off to get eaten by bears

(Reblogged from apatheticalchemist)

worth-beyond-a-number-scale:

Diet culture is fucking wild.

I just learned that Trader Joe’s labels some of its food as “Reduced Guilt.” There’s a brand of popcorn called “Lesser Evil.” I had to see an ad on Tumblr for a popular yogurt brand with the tagline of “Less sets you free.” I read the back of a food product once that described the food as “sinless.”

People literally choose a bag of carrots based on the calorie count. I’ve had to hear multiple people claim that fat people shouldn’t be allowed to eat fruit. There was a water brand at the grocery stored that advertised itself as having “zero calories.” A woman saw me next to some diet culture smoothie products and made small talk with me about how she didn’t understand why the diet culture smoothie made out of fruits and vegetables she was using to replace an entire meal with had a whopping 300 whole calories.

A man talked to me at the store about how he was there to buy a snack, which consisted of two hardboiled eggs and a packet of black pepper. He then told me about his weight loss dreams while being average-sized and thinner than I am.

I saw a post on Tumblr of someone praising a “bread” made out of tree bark that ancient Finnish people ate as a last resort during times of starvation, and they praised this “bread” because it had a fourth of the calories of regular bread—calories that would have saved the lives of countless Finnish people during those famines who instead had to die.

People on here passed around a video of some diet culture soup that promised a loss of 15 pounds in a matter of days, and all of the comments were people laughing at how it did so by making anyone who ate it shit their brains out for a week, yet the people who did were still satisfied with the diarrhea-induced weight loss.

There are so many accounts fat people can give you of thin people who did nothing to obtain their skinny person genetics physically taking food out of the fat person’s shopping cart because “You don’t need this.” And what the thin person decided a random fat stranger didn’t need was a fucking melon.

I’ve talked about this stuff before, but diet culture has legitimately become a cult that destroys lives and kills people by the hour. And yet public outrage isn’t about all of this. What people are so worried about is the fact that fat people merely exist. And that is apparently so horrible that we gotta make sure to tax sodas until us fatties go away, which people genuinely think will work.

What really adds insult to injury is how we have known for decades and decades that dieting has never worked from the beginning. But that doesn’t make corporations billions of dollars nor one group of people higher on the social hierarchy, so none of that research makes headlines like the next fruit that causes cancer or the new diet that pinkie promises it’ll work this time.

I want to scream.

(Reblogged from azuranightsong)

flakes-girlfriend:

gayagendas:

yeahiwasintheshit:

β€˜Top’

I hope they start having better sex, what a shame

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me and my friends praying for better gay sex in the vatican

(Reblogged from transjinako)

cynthjam:

3bugbytez:

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sorry that took like an hour i stopped to eat dinner heres my idea

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This tag is too fucking funny not to share

(Reblogged from transjinako)

cosmonautroger:

happy baby donkey

(Reblogged from apatheticalchemist)

incognitopolls:

If you’re American, do you know how your family arrived in the US?

Yes, I know how/why my family moved here

My family has been here the whole time (Indigenous)

No, I don’t know how we got here/why they moved

Other/it’s complicated

Not American/show results

We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

(Reblogged from mushroomcaphat)

thechekhov:

A digital manga-style comic. Top reads 'growing up on the Ninth' A silhouette of a child comes running from afar towards a tired-looking woman with a buzz cut, wearing simple Ninth House facepaint. She wipes her cheek and glances over as the child screams "AI-GEMMY-KNEE! AI-GEMMY-KNEE!"  Gideon Nav rushes to her, grabbing her pant leg. She looks to be about seven years old, and her front tooth is prominently missing. "Ith 'appenedh!" she yells. "Zhe 'ooth fairy 'took my 'ooth!" Aiglemene quirks an eyebrow, looking down at her. "What are you on about, child? What tooth fairy?" she demands.  Gideon pulls something out of her pocket, presenting it up to the adult proudly. "Thee 'ook my 'ooth justh 'ike 'arrow thaid! And I go'th thome rockth in re'urn!" Aiglamene does not bother to look amused. "...That's not a--" she begins, before cutting herself off, and looking off in another direction thoughtfully. Her gaze strays to the raised balconies of Castle Drearburgh. Hiding between two of the banisters is a barely visible skull-faced little figure robed in black.ALT
Aiglamene regards it for a minute, and the scene fades. The panels lapse, as though a bit of time has passed.  The next panel shows a fair of booted feet at the entry of a door. The inside is shadowed, with only the light from the inside illuminating a small figure crouched on the floor. "My lady," Aiglamene greets. Then, "Stealing milk teeth is not becoming of the scion of the ninth." Harrowhark turns around to look at her over her shoulder. She is sitting on her knees on the floor, an array of small bones in a semicircle before her, and something else clutched tightly in one tiny fist. She looks to be about six - her hair is cropped short, and she has her cloak shrugged off her shoulders and hanging from her elbows. Her dark eyes are large as ever. "I did not steal them, Captain," she replies. "I bargained for their purchase through a metaphor. I am low on resources," she continues. "And mother says we must use all available materials wisely." Aiglamene considers for a moment, looking a bit down. "The Reverend Mother and Reverend Father do not want you near Gideon, you know that," she says.  Harrow looks away again. "I am working with those parameters in mind," she says calmly.  Aiglamene says nothing, looking a bit dampened, and then heaves a tired sigh.ALT
Seemingly defeated, Aiglamene looks down at Harrow again. "What are you planning to use them for, if I may ask?" she inquires.  Harrow looks up at her, having not relaxed her fist once. "It is... classified," she says.   A black bar cuts between this and the next panel. It reads: "Not That Much Later."  Next thing we see is a hallway near the castle. Harrow is hiding behind an archway, her little face split into a grin of delight as she peers around it to look at her handiwork. "Stop hitting yourself, Griddle!" she jeers. "Stop hitting yourself!" In the forefront, Gideon wrestles with a skeleton approximately her own size. It has a knee up on her stomach, and is rearing back for a punch, while Gideon kicks her feet and tries to shove it off, her face twisted up in fury. "HRRAARGH!" she hollers. "NONAGETHIMUUUTHHH!!"ALT

ah, childhood.

(Reblogged from journej)
(Reblogged from zackisontumblr)
(Reblogged from transjinako)

lesbianaglaya:

my dealer: got some straight gas. this strain is called “public transport system” youll be zonked out of your gourd

Me: yeah whatever. i dont feel shit.

5 minutes later: dude i swear the bus was supposed to have come twice by now

my friend my fellow commuter, pacing: the timetable is lying to us

(Reblogged from mushroomcaphat)