the worst extremely low-stakes consequence of societal fatphobia is when a low-calorie/“”“"healthy”“”“ recipe is actually good and suddenly everyone thinks you’re sharing it as a diet aid and not because it fucks hard
anyway put some frozen raspberries in a bowl and pour just a leetle bit of cold oat milk over it and the oat milk will semi-freeze into a kind of ice cream texture. and now you have fake raspberry ripple ice cream that’s 90% raspberries by volume
Young Daniel didn’t get what he wanted tonight. He said he wanted everything that I have. Everything that I have… Darby Allin said he wanted to take away everything that I have and burn it, some such thing.
I actually believe the statistics offered by the White House + the Metro Police Department suggesting that crime rates are down in DC since the start of the federal occupation (on top of the massive declines in crime which had already occurred last year for reversion-to-the-mean reasons). I am currently sitting in one of the busiest nightlife intersections in DC: 14th + U St NW. This is the exact spot where a key battle took place— I am sitting across the street from where a Subway sandwich was thrown at an FBI officer (pic related).
It is now past 9:45 pm. Gradually, over the next 75 minutes, this is an intersection that would usually be flooded by people from every corner of this nation’s demographic map. This is a place where Vietnam veterans get drunk in the same bars as leather gays, where juniors from Howard University smoke weed next to their professors. I would estimate that, between the hours of 10:00 pm and 4:00 am, tens of thousands of people visit the bars and clubs within 0.5 miles of this intersection, every weekend night.
Tonight, it is at maybe 40% of the capacity that it would normally be around this time. Nobody is here. I have primetime tickets to one of the busiest nightlife intersections in North America, and it is nearly empty.
I believe that crime has sharply declined in DC in the short-term, because no one is going outside. In-person restaurant reservations have collapsed into free fall. People are terrified of the fact that federal agents are randomly kidnapping people off of the street, setting up papers-please checkpoints, doing whatever they want with impunity. So they are just staying out of the District. Most people who live here are spending more time inside, and people in Maryland and Virginia are staying out entirely. I imagine that there will be another wave of physical retail closures similar to the one during COVID.
no matter how much you say a space is “neurodivergent friendly” you have to be ready for people to have a wider diversity of needs than you expected and you need to be able to negotiate some kind of best case scenario compromise when those needs clash with each other. you also need to remember that “neurodivergent” doesn’t just mean autism/adhd but yknow. there’s only so much I can ask for here
electroreception in monotremes is extremely old, 130 mya, and may have evolved to deal with hunting in the 3-6 month darks of the south pole forest.
echidnas may have evolved from a platypus like organism that became fully terrestrial, as evidenced by their flatter bill as embryos (and lack of echidna-like organisms in the fossil record past 2mya)
there was a 60 lb tree-climbing echidna in the pleistocene
The thing about fiction is that there’s stuff that’s completely gone from your mind in a few years but there’s just some fragment or tidbit about it that follows you around forever.
Like there was this webcomic I read like 15 years ago, remember fuck all else about it but there was a character in it whose name was Saves A Fox. When she was asked about it once she explained that her people are big into prophesies and fate, and that children are named after something they were fated to do. She always hated that. And this one time she unexpectedly walked in on a wild fox gorgeing itself on her food supplies, and she knew that this was it. The fox wasn’t even skittish, it wasn’t trying to escape, it was almost tame, looking at her gently like just expecting her to choose mercy and let the food thief go. And everyone around her was expecting it too. But while she didn’t want to hurt the poor creature, she hated the thought of having her future dictated for her even more than that.
So she snapped the fox’s neck. Just to prove herself and everyone bearing witness that she had free will and wasn’t a pawn of any fate or prophesy. Needless to say, her community did not like that.
Later on she learned about what rabies is. The fox she had killed had rabies. She had saved the fox from a far more terrible and slow, painful death.
If I had a nickel for every time I accidentally found out the legal name of someone I follow on tumblr because a third person told a distinctive story about them elsewhere online, I’d have two nickels, which etc.
This is a song about being happy in a relationship that has endured for a long time, regardless of other relationships that have happened in the meantime. It was written in the context of a polyamorous relationship, where the other lovers and dates mentioned are a positive thing, but some people have found this song meaningful in other contexts.
The One I Loved When I Was Young was part of the musical My Boyfriend’s Girlfriend, which was performed at the Edmonton Fringe Festival 2016.
I’m somehow missing some footage of me singing, whoops! So you might notice there’s less of my face and more piano than usual. Hopefully you’re not too broken up about it. ;) Good learning experience lol!
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