Gonna eat my hands from how much tumblr is unaware of Bad Bunny
Bad Bunny been doing it and killing it before harry styles was doing it- he’s been wearing skirts and doing his nails just cause and it even got my older brother who is straight painting his nails cause he realized “yeah who give a fuck I like it” and bad bunny kissing men and women on stage being open about the LGBT+ community and speaking out to about the transphobic stuff that happened in Puerto Rico. Like it’s not bad for people not being unaware of him but it makes me wanna rattle people when I see them praising stuff Harry has done calling him iconic and the first of it all for this movement when people like Bad bunny,Prince,etc been killing it
Bad bunny be upon you
This is also VERY important to note + some people can’t read Spanish
i learned that the earliest human settlement in Australia - dating back 49,000 years - was discovered by an Aboriginal elder looking for somewhere to pee (x)
people wanna talk about “don’t self diagnose autism” meanwhile the autism test is damn near 3k dollars, a lot of people don’t believe women can have autism, and (for black people) doctors don’t believe them when they say they have literally anything. so.
Don’t forget that an official diagnosis can seriously fuck you over from a legal standpoint.
your friendly reminder that being anti-self dxing is classist and racist and this blog is pro informed self diagnoses
My dad was eating pistachios so I reached my hand out and he just started peeling them and giving them to me. Then suddenly went “I really hope you find someone who loves you a lot” and I went “enough to peel my pistachios for me?” And he laughed and said “yeah exactly” before carrying on giving me more
I really want to start doing some daily prayers outside of temple, but I'm worried that I'll do them wrong. I know it probably won't be perfect as I'm learning and practicing, but would it "ruin" a prayer if I flubbed the pronunciation or the melody or some other aspect badly enough?
pal. pal. this is such a beautiful question. and im gonna answer it. so as a rab student, I have to lead services a lot. all of my classmates have to lead services a lot. it’s a delightful experience, to pray with other learners. as a rab student, i also have a pulpit where i go to lead services with a congregation that has existed before me and will exist after me.
i mess up…all the time. like, not overly so, this is my chosen field, and I’m good at it in most regards, but like, messing up just happens.
the other day i forgot weekday shacharit nusach for chatzi kaddish and did mincha nusach instead. a few months ago i accidentally did the shabbat nusach for the amidah instead of weekday. on the PULPIT on YOM KIPPUR this year I couldn’t pronounce one of the words in avinu malkeinu and while a MIC was POINTING AT MY FACE i tried several times to form the hebrew word and then said, out loud, “yeah, close enough.”
the jewish people have existed for thousands and thousands of years before you and will exist for thousands of years after you, and if you mess something up, the people will survive. all the more so, learning is VITAL to the jewish experience, and that means fumbling over words.
so take as long as you need, read the prayers or chant them or sing them, mess up the pronunciation and start all over. there are two sides to this coin, keva, focusing on the prayers and choreography as written, and kavannah, the intention behind them. live in them both, play around with one, then the other, explore.
other social media sites need a “this particular post sucks” button. like no need to report this theres nothing deeply problematic about it but just so you know if you show me more content like this i will throw my phone in the river.
when kafka said “all the love in the world is useless when there is total lack of understanding” and when richard siken said “if you love me, you don’t love me in a way I understand.”
I am begging nondisabled folks to understand that if you’re trying to convince a disabled person why your business is accessible, this:
[ID: A standard ramp well-fitted next to a staircase that smoothly leads up to the porch.]
is 100% different than this:
[ID: A steep metal ramp that’s fit over the stairs. This ramp would require someone else to pick it up and place it down. It is heavy, it is too narrow/steep for many wheelchairs, it is inconvenient.]
Additionally, these:
[Three standard elevators]
are 100% different than these:
[IDs: Two photos. One of a hydraulic lift, the kind where you squeeze a wheelchair in and hold down a button the entire time to get up to a platform. The other is of a stair lift, which also requires either you to hold a button the whole time or someone else to walk alongside you while they hold a button. Both are small, scary, and inconvenient.]
Well-built ramps and elevators allow disabled people to move independently / safely. Unfortunately, most places are retrofitted to be accessible, which means you get things like steep ramps over the stairs or terrifying lifts, both of which require workers to assist disabled people. If these retrofits are the best your business can offer, you need to clarify this on your websites or whenever a disabled person inquires. That will let the disabled person weigh their options. Don’t just say, “Yeah, we have a way to get you upstairs.” when your “way” to get upstairs is a terrifying, rickety, lift from the 1980s. It’s always infuriating and terrifying when you’re promised accessibility, only to show up and realize that the accessibility is a whole Thing. Be honest. Be thorough. Be better.
have i told y’all the story about how crab dicks are directly responsible for me and my partner getting together
okay so you know how in Moana, the crab Tamatoa refers to himself as a decapod? means ten legs. but he’s only got 8 legs visible. where the fuck is his last pair, thought me, kip edgebug.
now, tamatoa is a coconut crab. the last pair of legs—the legs not on tamatoa—are called the fifth pereiopods. no further information was available on Wikipedia or anywhere else. no information as to why those legs would be hidden on tamatoa. bizarre, thought me, kip edgebug. also conspicuously absent was information on coconut crab reproduction, which would be useful if someone wanted to, say, write completely anatomically accurate disney-themed crab porn.
so obviously the next step was to go scholarly. i spent maybe four or five hours that evening researching coconut crabs on various difficult to navigate academic sites. turns out there’s not a lot of public information on coconut crabs, probably because nobody wants to get close enough to a coconut crab to find out intimate info on them. i made a jstor account to access things not available to the masses.
and finally i uncovered it. the answers to both questions. I uncovered the method of coconut crab boning and the reason why tamatoa’s fifth pair of legs are invisible all in one fell swoop.
the fifth pereiopods, my friends, (get ready for this) are BANG LEGS, used for HOLDING ON to MATES during CRAB BANGING. that’s it. that’s why disney didn’t show them. because they’re DIRTY and SEXUAL LEGS. yknow, on a CRAB.
but kip edgebug, you cry, what does this have to do with getting together with your partner?
so on the particular dating site i was on, there was a prompt on user profiles that said “what do you spend a lot of time thinking about?” naturally i put “the reproductive habits of coconut crabs”, because, well. the next prompt was “what is the most embarrassing thing you’re willing to admit?” to which my answer was “did you read the thing about the coconut crabs?”
my sweetie messaged me specifically because of those answers, god help her, and i relayed the info i uncovered, and we hit it off from there
and that’s the story of how crab dicks are directly responsible for me and my partner getting together
Shoutout to neurodivergent people who have a children’s show as a special interest or hyperfixation! You aren’t cringe and people shouldn’t judge you for liking something harmless!!
Your comments on AO3 are more powerful than you know.
A comment on a fic more than once gave me the idea or inspiration I needed to add another part to that fic. It helped me to produce even more of the content that the reader who left it enjoyed so much.
A comment on an older fic reminded me that my fics don’t get lost 24 or 48 hours after posting. True, that’s when most fics get the majority of their hits, kudos and comments, so a writer sometimes feels like if a fic hasn’t done well in that time frame, it’s as good as gone. But some people discover and love such fics later on and that’s incredible.
A comment once stopped me from deleting my AO3 account. For reasons, I was feeling really low, like I had no talent and nothing to offer. Like everything I was posting was banal and worthless. And as my finger was hovering over the ‘delete account’ button, a mail notification let me know that someone left a comment on one of my fics. I went to read it and it was absolutely lovely. And it complimented not just that fic, but my writing overall. It helped me get through a rough moment.
Your comments can mean so much more than you know. You have more capacity to do good and help content creation in the fandom, that you and others enjoy, than you realize.
So this is my little note, as an author, to say THANK YOU to all the people who take the time to leave a comment on AO3 or send an ask on Tumblr or write kind words in the tags of a reblog. It all means so very much! <33333
As an author, I can verify all these things. I’ve never gotten so discouraged that I wanted to delete my account, but nice comments can definitely turn my mood around.
And I *always* check the tags.
That totally reminds me of this one moment when I felt like shit about my writing and then this one person started going through all my works and leaving lovely comments on every single one! Comments are honestly the best!
