I have had 3 mineral posts flagged as adult content today. They contained a tourmaline, a muscovite, and a galena. On Friday I had 3 fossil posts flagged as adult content, including a fossil fish, a fossil tooth from a mastodon, and a Tyrannosaur vertebrae. I’ve submitted appeals for each. This has been getting worse over the past month, apparently most of geology content is now only for adults.
Apparently you can’t get your rocks off on Tumblr anymore.
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So, theoretically speaking, when you die, could you become a ghost AND a zombie?
Two for one necromancy special!
You don’t even have to stop there really.
Let’s assume that to be a zombie you only have to be reanimated flesh. Now let’s observe that sometimes ‘psychic imprints’ are thought to be similar, but not the same as ghosts. I don’t really see a reason why both couldn’t come from a single person. You could also lay a curse on someone as you die, which I’ve seen a couple of times.
Assuming you die tragically with a grudge, while laying a curse, have one limb amputated, have all of your flesh removed and then both the flesh and bones are animated, you could be a ghost, a zombie, a skeleton, a curse, a psychic haunting, and that amputated limb could be used in a Frankenstein’s Monster sort of thing. One person could be half a dozen monsters and that’s probably not even the limit.
And I just really wanna say that I strongly support this kind of future planning OP. All of your horrific manifestations should live their dreams.
It is a very rare thing for me to disagree so hard with a progressive Black woman, but Therese Patricia Okoumou IS a hero. And she certainly did not let anyone down. Fighting for young children who were being caged and separated from their parents is never ever the wrong thing to do. What she did—resisting Trump and publicly speaking truth to power—required great courage. Okoumou is a hero and an activist. A social justice warrior in the truest sense of the word.
After repeatedly reaching out to the mainstream media and asking them to continue covering her story, she is being ignored by them now. But remember: they were happy to use her when she was the hot story and good for ratings. Now they apparently cannot be bothered to interview her, or call out the injustice of her impending imprisonment. (#WhiteFeminism)
If anyone knows of any lawyer or anyone who might be able to help Therese Patricia Okoumou with her appeals process, please reach out to her on her Twitter account.
for some reason I really like that she’s called Hilda.
This happened on my grandmothers farm when my mom was little,
baby ducks act a lot like baby chickens so in the beginning it wasn’t so bad
the main problem is that baby ducks LOVE water, but baby chickens get very very dead from it,
so you can imagine the mother hens surprise and horror the first time they go by the farm pond and ALL THE BABIES RUN TO THE WATER AND JUMP IN
my grandmother had to come out of the house to investigate all the noise the hen was making
The mother hen was clucking and screeching in distress and running circles around the pond while the duckies were having the time of their lives.
This happened a few more times before Momma hen was like FUCK IT YOU WANNA SWIM SEE WHAT I CARE , and would sit a distance away watching them in the pond.
if the ducks ever abandoned any eggs my grandmother would always put it under that particular hens nest cause from then on she always knew how to deal with her “water loving” delinquent children
When I was 10, my mom made me wear a bra and it felt like a punishment for being different.
When I was 10, I took the bra off when changing for gymnastics and accidentally dropped it in the school hallway. A teacher picked it up and said, “Oh, this must belong to you” and handed it back to me in front of everyone. I quit gymnastics.
When I was 11, I thought maybe the boobs would be okay so long as they didn’t get any bigger than would fit in my hand, so I kept measuring it, but they did.
When I was 12, I started wearing two or three sports bras to smush them down, until one day a classmate said, “Are you wearing two bras?!” while laughing.
When I was 13, a boy told me he wanted to squeeze my boobs “until they popped.”
When I was 14, I got cast in a play as an older character and a classmate told me I got the role because I had boobs.
When I was 17, my mom told me to return a swimsuit because it would be too distracting for my boyfriend’s father.
When I was 21, I got properly fitted for a bra and everyone felt the need to tell me how much better my boobs looked.
When I was 26, I got pregnant and my immediate fear was that my boobs would get bigger.
When I was 28, I got shamed for trying to feed my screaming baby in public without a cover.
When I was 28, people asked me “why are you bothering to use a breastfeeding cover?”
When I was 30, people gave me weird looks that I wasn’t yelling at my kid for putting their hand on my boob.
When I was 31, I avoided going to the beach or pool because I didn’t want to have to deal with boobs in a swimsuit.
When I was 32, I got asked, again, “why don’t you get a breast reduction?”
When I was 33, I watched a 5yo girl get shamed for running around in sweltering heat without a shirt on and had to reprimand a bunch of tween boys who thought it was okay to shame her for doing something they do all the time.
When I was 34, my kid kept patting my breast and saying “Mommy’s squishy breast!!” They will never see me express any shame about tits, because I want them to have a different mindset than I had. Yes, boobs are nice! They’re squishy! They’re fun! That’s the end of that.
I’m 35 and no longer give a fuck. I don’t care anymore. As a teenager my tits were covered in stretch marks. They’ve been engorged with milk. My nipple changed shape with pregnancy. Give it another couple decades and my breasts will probably be all wrinkly. It’s sexual when I’m using it sexually. I don’t fucking care, and I won’t be ashamed anymore.
Every time a policy or cultural hangup treats people with breasts differently, it fucks us over.
Tumblr’s new policy makes an active choice to participate in this culture of shame. By classifying “female-presenting nipples” as explicit material, Tumblr has taken a stance that any chest or breast that differs from a male default is worthy of shame and unavoidably sexual. The idea that breasts are shameful and unavoidably sexual is exactly what fucked me up for so much of my life.
Stop shaming people for having bodies.
*claps until my arms fall off*
we didn’t ask for tits. we didn’t ask for bodies that ‘need’ to be censored. and most of us have been dealing with this in tiny ways and giant ones our whole fucking lives so yeah, okay, we’re getting a little salty at this “female presenting nipples” bullshit because we don’t want to deal with it either.
I don’t know a single woman (whether she adores or hates her tits) that wouldn’t love to be able to be as casually topless as any man without it being some kind of debate or social statement
just being able to goddamn exist in the world like fuck tumblr come on how are you this uninformed??
