dropped the walrus vs fairy question on a group of psychologists today and not only did the majority agree the walrus would be more surprising, the one with the strongest background in research responded to the ‘but fairies aren’t real’ argument with “are your beliefs so inflexible that you’ve never considered you might be wrong about what’s real and what’s not?” and honestly i haven’t recovered

I love how we've lost the plot so thoroughly on what "pov" means as far as a TikTok/reel/whatever and now it's functionally the same as rod serling saying "imagine if you will"

happy lesbian visibility week from a very visible lesbian

reblog to give the person you reblogged from the strength to complete The Task™

me and the mutuals talking about a piece of media that could actually be discussed in a completely normal way

bonus:

archers gloves vs digital artist gloves being opposite of one another

Dumbest problem ever

There’s a place in town that’s not so much a sex club as a bar where you can have sex. They have various themed events, including bdsm.

They also have a clothing optional karaoke night, which sounds REALLY fun!

One problem!

My (five years dead) dad and his girlfriend used to go there.

I know this because I liked this place’s fb page and it popped up with the “people you know who liked this” thing. (This was when he was alive and right before I cut off contact, actually, but yes, fb told him I liked the page.)

“But your dad is dead why does it matter”

One, I don’t want to be in that sort of space and thinking about my dead dad.

Secondly, I don’t like his girlfriend. She’s fine as a human being and this is mmmmostly my own issues. But I do have her blocked. But I’ve had her blocked so long I can’t remember her name. But she definitely remembers mine; our last name is not common. (Also my face is a carbon copy of my mom’s.)

And given our handful of interactions I don’t trust her NOT to walk up to me and remind me how we know each other.

UGGGHHHHH.

There’s still debate about split attraction on my dash why do you people even care

looks at this specific frame of jasper being Hyuge and i get lightheaded

The four stages of becoming a birder:

🪹Nestling Phase: You start with a casual interest, peeking out of your cozy comfort zone to notice the birds around you.

🐤Fledgling Feats: You spread your wings, equipped with binoculars and guidebooks, ready to explore new habitats and spot diverse species.

🐦‍⬛Perching Proficiency: Your skills sharpen as you learn to identify birds by their calls, habits, and plumage, and feel a sense of accomplishment with each new sighting.

🦅Masterful Migration: Finally, you soar confidently, traversing landscapes near and far, sharing your passion with others. In the end, the true joy of birding lies in the journey itself—every chirp, flutter, and waddle along the way.

Happy National Go Birding Day!

just gonna start killing people i dont find funny

for the honor of grayskull

We were a military family, and we lived on both coasts at various times, and with one exception vacations meant driving all the way across the country to stay with relatives.

The one exception was living in Iceland. Then we camped while driving the Ring Road.

Okay, I completely understand that getting time off work can be a Sisyphean ordeal these days, but every time I run into the whole "only rich people go on vacation" discourse I'm thinking surely I'm not the only one whose childhood experience of "going on vacation" was piling everybody into the car and driving for six hours to pay twenty dollars a day for the privilege of setting up some leaky tents on a fifty-foot-by-fifty-foot patch of dirt next to a mosquito-infested pond in a "private campground" whose only standout features were a. an outdoor miniature golf course that hadn't been maintained in twenty years, and b. a truly breathtaking fire ant population.

Men can “:3”. I’ve seen it happen.