transparent hagfish

my favorite animal :D its hard to tell but its transparent :)

house centipede and american cockroach patches

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Hellriders

You can probably start chipping your way down past rock bottom too.

But what’s beneath the bottom of the rock?

I don't know. We should probably keep digging to find out.

public proposals are so embarrassing if someone tried to propose to me in public I’d walk away

Because we’re gay and love free dessert, mostly. Grifting is my love language

"grifting is my love language" is the greatest thing I've ever heard

We’ve proposed to each other 3 times now. The first time was in a park, with just us. The second time was immediately afterwards, in a restaurant, where the family next to us bought our dinner and left without telling us that’s what they were doing, and the restaurant gave us champagne and chocolate cake. The third time, the restaurant gave us Prosecco. At least one of use legitimately cried on each occasion, so we’re giving the crowd their money’s worth. But yeah, defn grifting.

You know the dick has to be insane.

there’s a garden growing in my lungs

i hope it withers with the setting sun

it’s out <3

since all other socials are suppressing me for speaking the truth, here’s hoping tumblr can help this song reach those who need it <3

Just change it and let me figure it out from context, but I'm an outlier who experiences joy at getting thrown headlong into a story with little to no explanation for the POV. If a character wouldn't mentally take time to describe something, I shouldn't know it, and if that means I'm confused then I'm having fun.

"If you *really* believed in direct action, you'd use Tumblr Dot Com to publicly talk about your involvement in direct actions more often" is something only frivilous people say and has no place here in the "thinking about what you just said for like 2 seconds before posting it" fandom

"My lawyer summed up the case beautifully by telling the board that this was not a case involving any violation of the Articles of War, or even of military tradition, but simply a situation in which a few individuals sought to vent their bigotry on a Negro they considered 'uppity' because he had the audacity to exercise rights that belonged to him as an American and a soldier."

While his legendary contribution to baseball is of course widely known and (rightly) celebrated, the military service of Jackie Robinson is perhaps less familiar. The future barrier-breaking athlete was born in 1919 in Cairo, Georgia, but his father left the family when Jackie was still a baby --his mother moved the family to Pasadena, California in search of better prospects but the family was never able to truly rise up out of poverty. Robinson's early athletic abilities earned him varsity letters in no less than four sports (football, basketball, track, and baseball). In 1939 Robinson graduated from Pasadena Junior College and was accepted at UCLA, where he again lettered in the same four sports. His athletic path ostensibly fixed in the heavens, his life nevertheless took something of a detour in 1942, and he found himself drafted into a segregated all-Black U.S. Army unit based out of Fort Riley, Kansas.

Robinson earned his commission as a second lieutenant a year later (making him one of a very small minority of Black officers at the time, as Black soldiers were generally not accepted at Officers' Candidate School), and was assigned to Fort Hood, Texas as part of the 761st Black Panthers tank battalion. Significantly during Robinson's time in the service, he was part of the "Double V" (double victory) movement, an assertion that Black soldiers use their wartime service to not only fight rising fascism abroad, but also institutionalized racism at home. This campaign was borne out of an editorial in The Pittsburgh Courier that (not-so-rhetorically) asked, "Would it be demanding too much to demand full citizenship rights in exchange for the sacrificing of my life?" The hypocrisy that the article called out, was then further amplified in a speech by no less than W.E.B. Du Bois (see Lesson #1 in this series). Robinson, mindful of his public status (he was already something of an athletic role model, at this point), stuck to his convictions and wore the "double V" button.

On the pivotal date of July 6, 1944, Robinson happened to be aboard a civilian bus bound for Fort Hood, but when additional white passengers boarded, he refused the driver's order to move to the back. Despite Executive Order 8802 having been in effect since June 1941 (a directive that banned discriminatory practices throughout all Federal agencies including the War Department), MPs and Fort Riley's provost marshal were nevertheless called and Robison was arrested and court-martialed. Six charges initially arose from his seat refusal: disturbing the peace, drunkenness, conduct unbecoming an officer, insulting a civilian woman, insubordination, and refusing to obey the lawful orders of a superior officer. These obviously-inflated extra charges were eventually dismissed but that was very much not the norm for Black officers serving at that time, and the court-martial became not so much a question of internal discipline, but of unwillingness to bend to bigoted Southern customs and traditions. A court of nine combat officers ultimately acquitted Robinson and his Army career could continue, despite a deeply contentious process that could very easily have gone the other way.

He was then transferred to Camp Breckenridge (Kentucky), and served as a coach for the Army athletics until his honorable discharge in 1944. His army career thus over, Robinson would return to athletics and play for various Negro League teams, the first steps along the path that would eventually bring him to his history-making 1947 signing with the Brooklyn Dodgers.

(And... I guess this means I have again --technically-- drawn another baseball card for this series.)

where can I meet this guy’s wife

How do these loser redit men get these incredibly talented and fascinating women lmao

THIS MAN’S GIRLFRIEND MADE HER OWN LOOM TO WEAVE PERIOD ACCURATE FABRIC AND HER ASSHOLE BOYFRIEND DIDN’T EVEN BOTHER TO LEARN THE NAME OF THE CLOTHES SHE WAS MAKING WITH IT HOLY SHIT I AM LIVID

Ooh I hope she leaves his ass

Please enjoy the original Reddit thread full of folks a) geeking out about historical textiles and b) roasting the OP’s ass.

so funny that humans imagined a creature that is like a human but bigger and called it a “giant”. that’s such an uncreative name. that’s just an adjective. “it’s a giant!” “a giant what?!” “a giant… um. yeah. giant.”

oh my god,,,, the word was originally used for the creature and not as an adjective,,,,, that’s even funnier *guy seeing something huge* wow! that’s roughly the size of one of those big creatures wouldn’t you say?

official linguistics post

umm what's that profession called where you put makeup on the dead people

can an egirl (electronic girl) and and agirl (analogue girl) really frot?

She did community theater, and after hours I had her box seats all to myself.

She was a baker, and I played baseball. I knew just where to pitch it in her batter's box.