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Why are people following me? If you want regular posts or content even close to what you may have already seen, this is not that.

Celsius: How water feels

Fahrenheit: How humans feel

Kelvin: How atoms feel

Megamind Rant

This movie is so important.. it really talks about how growing up in the system, and getting bullied in school creates criminals. and i dont use villains when I say this, because as far as we know, megamind never really hurt anyone. this is importrant, because while roxanne got kidnapped, I dont think she ever got hurt. Unless she is really good at masking, then I think she felt safe knowing megamind and Hejduk dont really want to hurt anyone. they were taught the only meaningful relationship they could have would be with Megamind as rivals. 

Like, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he grew up being rejected, and the only way he knew to get affection, was to inconvenience Metroman. talk about breeding criminals

Thing I heard my siblings say:

"trash goes in the burn pile and food goes in the compost. Pick which one you are!"

“Your first scout assignment: Go into the forest, find a person, and burn them alive!”

“Welcome to Hell! We’ll roast you but first you need to have muscle... Welcome to your personal Hell. EXERCISE!!!!!”

“You can’t simp for a 20-year-old emotionally stunted emo with daddy issues. He’s just the genderbent version of you in 5 years.” 

“Welcome to Femboy Hooters!” “You cant work there, you don’t have abs.” “I can steal them from the football team.”

“I want your KnEEcAps!” “I already sold them on Ebay”

Younger Brother to the older brother:  YB:“are you going to the bathroom?” OB:“yes” YB:“Cool”-proceeds to run out of bedrom with pants half on- OB:”No!”

#ficfecs

art for chapter 2 from @quitequaintrelle s wonderful south downs fic we shall have the world for our own 🦩🦩

i love this fic so much and i encourage everyone to read it!

to quote the author:

"If it is your deeply cherished belief that Aziraphale and Crowley are cartoon characters who should get to spend their South Downs retirement as old queens being disgustingly romantic losers who can't keep their hands off each other and won't stop beefing with local senior citizens, this story might be for you."

suicidal knight in a king's retinue looking for any excuse to fall on his own sword with honor but the king always stops him because he "still has need for him yet"

Israel is one of the most racist countries in the world.

I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.

It's right-handed

I am right-handed

There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly

I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.

There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.

I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.

A homo erectus made it

Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.

Who were you

A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?

Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?

Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?

Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?

Who were you?

What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?

What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.

Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?

Or has it always been divine?

Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?

Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.

The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.

Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?

I'm not religious.

But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine

I don't know what is.