> “mannish Features”

This is amazing.

from @/vero_muerte on tiktok!!

found this video at <2000 likes and i NEED more people to see this because. yeah.

Culture is so obsessed with the idea of lone geniuses that it doesn't really appreciate that most of the progress of science (and likely every other discipline) occurs collaboratively, in babysteps, and usually through a lot very tedious, utterly unsexy, work.

once again thinking about the solid snake panty lines tweet

I'm trying to get back into drawing, this is what I'm working on so far, what do y'all think?

I left Gaza for Italy due to an invitation to participate in the World Championship and represent Palestine. I was skating as a professional amateur. The World Championship organization contacted me to participate. I was supposed to get one of the winning positions, but I did not participate because of the war because my mind is scattered and I am always in a state of chaos and worried for the sake of my family and my family. Gaza, but my life is not life. I always think and do not sleep because of thinking about my family. I lost my father, but will the rest of my family live or be killed? I do not know my mind. I cannot control it, so my family must be taken out to get some comfort and safety. This is my picture when I am in Gaza. I hope you support me for the sake of my family. In order to return to life a little If you have trouble donating, there is a PayPal link in your bio

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New Money Making Idea: I'm going to take food, form it into squares, and then freeze it. Then I'm going to sell it as health food cause it's "Three square meals a day" The food may or may not actually be healthy, and I reserve the right to deep fry any or all of it.

Imagine a brick of spaghetti, complete with meatballs and sauce, frozen and then battered and deep fried. That is the kind of horror I will offer to the world.

Anyways when I was sixteen I wrote a story about a spaceship's communications officer (think Uhura) who was given a brain implant when he was a baby that automatically translates every language in the universe, but which interferes with his ability to perceive and process subtle changes in tone. He hears an emotionless automated translator voice inside his head rather than hearing the real voices being physically carried by air vibrations. So he has the ability to interpret every word in every language, but he can never interpret tone of voice. And the ultimate message of the story is that understanding every possible text isn't enough -- if you don't understand subtext, you'll be isolated. The "communications officer" actually struggles to communicate more than anyone else on the ship.

You'll never guess what they diagnosed me with a year later.

Necronym is the new term now and idc what anyone says