biologists will be like this is a very simplified diagram of a mammalian cell
chemists will be like this is a molecule
okay but this is what the best render of a human cell looks like
They are not kidding
We are full of so many fuckign guys
i’ve asked my mother who is a hematologist (she studies blood thru microscope) and she informed me that it’s not actually colorful like this. it was most likely colored for the target audience to see the details better
I don’t often reblog Billy Hargrove related things because I know I have friends that may just find him a bad person….but fuck it, this baby was abused for so long, then made a villain. & There’s almost nothing I hate more than making abused people villains. Look at his face, his eyes, he deserved better. He simply did. & I refuse to apologize for relating to him. Because I’ve also been abused by someone who was supposed to love me unconditionally. & Fuck anyone who can’t see that this child didn’t want to become a monster & got the moronic, infuriating, cliche of redemption through death. Which is arguably one of the worst fucking tropes to use, second only to the teenager being seduced by the adult….oh wait…
ALSO! & Yes, I’m editing this post to add. This was a child?! He was obviously So Scared, but he stood up to a literal monster, when he couldn’t even stand up to his abusive father. But he stood up for El, who he didn’t even know outside of she was an innocent child forced into something beyond he will & control. & Took on a whole ass monster from a different dimension. With his god-damned bare hands. & Then he’s a fucking cliff note. This pisses me off to no end.
His last words were an apology, for things he couldn’t control. For being a victim his entire life, which resulted in him making others victims. Fuck! Imma go down a beer & an anxiety pill.
people trying to insist a fandom is tiny when it /only/ has a few thousand works on ao3 meanwhile my current fandom is a sixteen book series and has several hundred fewer works than goncharov, a movie that, and i cannot stress this enough, doesn’t even exist
I screwed up. I didn’t think that using an ancient language on a piece of tumblr merch was necessary but I forgot what site I was on :) . This is tumblr, of course it has to be in linguistically accurate cuneiform.
I went and hired an expert on Ancient Semitic Languages and Cultures. There aren’t as many as you’d think that are willing to translate text for an internet gag so I’m so happy I found Paul.
Notes on the translation from the translator:
I used the ventive suffix on the imperative “give (rib+am)” which is a special feature of Akkadian that indicates the motion of direction. It makes it a little bit more authentic. The longer version actually includes the words “to me (ana iasim)”, but a typical Akkadian speaker probably wouldn’t have needed to say that.
Also, for the word “money” I used the Sumerian (KUG.BABBAR) instead of spelling out the Akkadian, because that was a common feature in Akkadian scribal writing.
For the font I was happily surprised that Google has a Cuniform font, so not only is it correct but it looks pretty neat too.
Right now you can buy both versions in the shop but cuniform version won’t ship for a week or so as I have to order new stock with the new design.
discovering the queer country scene has honestly been so healing because most queer musicians i’ve seen recommended for years i just couldn’t really connect with because it wasn’t the sort of music i listened to or had investment in and with queer country it’s like. yes. this is the language i speak in. this is Fuck You, I Belong Here Too, not just as a queer person in the country but as a rural person among (sub)urban queers, and saying it with a laugh. when will my hometown take pride in me, goddamn it
Drop the list!!
FIRST: rachel holst does the adobe & teardrops blog as well as the rainbow rodeo newsletter & zine. look into the black opry also, there are plenty of black queer country/folk/americana artists & there is a lot of collaboration between them and other queer country/folk/americana musicians
my personal list:
adeem the artist (especially the new album, white trash revelry)
paisley fields (stay away from my man is a good old fashioned honky tonk jam about gay on gay violence)
jake blount (the new faith is an afrofuturist album using roots music to explore life after climate collapse, HIGHLY recommend)
sarah shook & the disarmers (especially the album sidelong, ESPECIALLY the songs fuck up & dwight yoakam)
lavender country (everything but especially cryin’ these cocksucking tears. patrick haggerty sadly passed in 2022 and we lost a real one. he self-described as a screaming marxist bitch)
flamy grant (okay so. bible belt baby is Technically a christian album that i was tricked into listening to. but listen. what did you drag me into is an instant classic)
mercy bell (especially who said we were friends. i can’t hear the lyric “mea culpa/here’s a gulpa/my drink in your face” and NOT recommend it)
amythyst kiah (if you haven’t heard black myself by now what even are you doing. go listen to it)
do you want to speedrun a depressive episode as a queer woman who fears you may have too much in common with your father? listen to i drink by mary gauthier now
karen & the sorrows (there is a lot to recommend karen pittelman and the work she has done for queer country artists but i’m a useless lesbian so i’m submitting for consideration a photo of the red dress from the mv for guaranteed broken heart that i think about a normal amount:
There ain’t no possible way that I’d remember to listen to any of these artists on my own so I made a handy-dandy playlist on Spotify with an on-the-nose title for all the other cowpokes who need to save/bookmark something and come back to it later.
It’s basically the most recent album of all the artists listed above. It’s about 7 hours long so have at it, y'all
Love that they put “a sense of impending doom” as one of the symptoms of a heart attack, like girl, that’s just how it is to be alive these days, you’re gonna have to be more specific
This made me chuckle but after scrolling away I felt the need to come back to it.
Because as someone who has felt this I can not stress how different it actually is from anxiety. Which is saying a lot because I have a massive anxiety disorder.
I’ve only felt this twice in my life - once when I was going into kidney failure due to an infection and again when my body was going into shock due to dehydration and malnourishment due to GI issues - and I can not stress how much it saved my life. It’s hard to even put it into words. It’s not like a panic attack, or anxiety. It is a horrific gut turning feeling of absolute dread.
Especially if you have anxiety you’ll know the difference honestly. It’s so much worse. It’s every cell in your body and your brain screaming that there’s something horribly wrong in a way you’ve never felt. It’s your brain screaming out that you are going to die in a way no panic attack has ever done before.
I can not stress how important it is to get yourself to the ER if you feel this way. Especially if your having other physical symptoms.
This is amazing and incredibly helpful, oh my god. Thank you.
Seconding the above : I was going into shock from internal bleeding, and that sense of “something is gravely wrong” was entirely different from my day-to-day whirlwind of anxiety.
For me, it was very quiet. For me, there was a deep sense that I could just lie down on the floor and not have to ever get up again, no effort required.
That combined wrongness/relief was so weird and so unsettling that I drove myself to the ER.
The “impending” part is really key to that symptom, I think, based on my experience. It’s not the existential dread of late-stage capitalism grinding the world into nurdles. It’s a ghost crow on your shoulder whispering “it’s here, it’s now.”
Impending doom is also a feature of anaphylaxis, something I’m intimately familiar with as someone with mast cell dysfunction.
For me, its the overwhelming, near calm certainty of doom that distinguishes it from the jittery panic of “but something could go wrong.”
There’s no “what if?” There’s no room to question it. It just IS. And it’s very different from the “calm” of disassociation too. I’m not disassociated from myself when it happens. I’m probably actually the most present ever.
I’ve turned to doctors and told them calmly and with utter certainty “I am going to die” and the reaction that calm certainty gets is immediate intervention because doctors also recognize that stillness as the body not bothering to waste any time on fight or flight and just going straight to “death is imminent due to some internal failing, act accordingly.”
