So I got blood drawn today, and left a note for myself last night to remember to fast.
It was much more confusing at 5AM than it was the night before.
….as a person who works in a medical lab, my initial reaction to that sign was ‘This coffee pot is for use with blood only’
We have refrigerators that literally have signs on them that says ‘NO FOOD - BLOOD’ and ‘NO FOOD - SPECIMENS ONLY’ on them.
Same! and then I was confused as to the why of using a coffee pot for blood storage/processing lol
Here is the opposite
miles morales saying “who’s morales” after trying to play dumb to the school’s security guard is the same energy as mcu peter parker saying “i’m not, i’m not” while still in his spidersuit to ned
I dunno I feel it’s more comparable to
you’RE RIGHT
I think we need to talk about how dangerous softboy nerd sexual predators are. Every single time I’ve been creeped on or taken advantage of in college it wasn’t by a drunken jock fratboy. It was by a soft anxious nonthreatening nerd boy whose strategy was to get compassionate girls to feel sorry for him
Men who say they’re Rick’s when they’re all actually Jerry’s.
this is the first time i have seen this show referrenced to make i good point, and let me just say that it is about damn time
This Pitbull gave birth and she put all of her puppies in her owners lap
Bye I’m crying 😩❤️❤️❤️❤️
The Naco, serves 5-6
Remember in Kim Possible how Ron, Kim, Monique, and Rufus would hang out at Bueno Nacho and Ron would make himself the Naco? It’s the combination of a taco and nachos. To make this easy dish all you will need is:
-20oz ground meat (I used Jennie-O seasoned ground turkey)
-Tortilla chips (preferably triangle shaped)
-Nacho cheese (home made or store bought)
-The largest tortillas you can find at your store
-Chopped lettuce and tomatoes
Take one large tortilla and lightly heat it, do not make it crispy as it needs to fold up. Add a small layer of nacho cheese as your base. Then pile up the tortilla using the tortilla chips, cheese, ground meat, and lettuce/tomatoes. Then take two corners and fold them up. You can use nacho cheese to paste the two ends together, or sour cream or even guacamole. The other two sides should be gently folded up. Enjoy!
For any questions on this DIY feel free to ask! More DIYs coming your way!
SOMEONE ACTUALLY FUCKING MADE IT
“Serves 5-6”
That’s just a suggestion, right?
Chinese Kids Are Getting Their Parents, Their Parents’ Parents, And Their Parents’ Parents’ Parents Involved In A Meme
There’s a new meme in China, and it’s very wholesome. The challenge, called “four generations,” includes four generations of family members making an appearance, from youngest to oldest. A son would call his dad, who then calls his dad, who then calls his dad. And a daughter would call her mom, who calls her mom, who calls her mom. The results are super cute.
The videos are being shared on video app Douyin, the Chinese version of TikTok, under the challenge name, “Four generations under one roof.”
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This is legit the cutest and most wholesome meme omg
kinda feel like I need to go outside and be absorbed by fog or somethin. become one with the creatures in the mist. become the physical manifestation of the sound the highway makes in the distance. be my own liminal space. self care, yknow
“What It Truly Means To Fall In Love With A Girl Who Is Beautifully Broken The thing about broken people is they aren’t looking to being fixed. More than anything they want to be loved, as tainted and as flawed as they appear before you. They’ve given away pieces of themselves to the wrong people and they know they won’t ever get it back. They’ve given their best and it didn’t get them where they wanted. But they haven’t given up and they never stop trying. They spent countless nights crying on the bathroom floor, looking at their reflection, analyzing and beating themselves up for falling too quickly and hurting too easily. But more than that, for letting their guard down. With every trial and error, they’ve learned. But of the things they learned most is to proceed with caution when it comes to love. Maybe even push people away when they get too close. You see, someone who is beautifully broken doesn’t really have much to give other than the broken pieces of their heart they hope is enough. So when you find yourself falling for someone like this, there are a few things you should know about her. She’s rare but she’s doesn’t see herself as anything different. She’s genuine because she doesn’t want to treat anyone the way people have treated her. Most people would turn cold going through some of the things she did. But it’s made her warm and caring and compassionate at a level that seems unreal. And ironically the lack of love in her life has made her believe in it more. Because she knows the heartbreak she’s experienced isn’t love but rather a lack of it. So under the layers and behind the walls she puts up is hope that love will be hers one day. She’s unbelievably guarded. She is not going to trust anything you say. In the past people have used words they didn’t mean to gain something from her. She’ll look at you trying to figure out what you want from her. She’s going to assume it’s all about something physical. And as she’s reading you, you’ll try figuring her out too. But there are a million pieces to a puzzle you’ll never put together until you gain her trust. Be patient. She’s terribly scared of letting anyone that close to her. She’s blunt. She’s going to say it like she sees it. She doesn’t want to waste your time and enough people have wasted hers. She’ll be honest with you to a point where it might make you uncomfortable. She’s not afraid of the things that have happened to her, she’s not afraid of telling about it. The only thing she’s afraid of is the past repeating itself. She’s going to overthink everything. The thing about broken people is they know how to read others. She’ll notice something as simple as a change of tone in you. She’ll notice if your responses suddenly become delayed. She’ll even notice if you become slightly uninterested even before you realize it yourself. She’s looking for any warning sign that something is wrong and you are going to take off just so she can be ready for it. She’s prepared every worst-case scenario in her mind. She’ll analyze every conversation you have and remember even the littlest of details of the things you tell her. She’ll do one thing and second guess herself. She’ll apologize for more than she should, for things that don’t even require the words, ‘I’m sorry.’ Just take it with a grain of salt. Tell everything is okay. She fears vulnerability. She associates vulnerability with weakness. She has this idea that when you see her at her worst, you’ll want to take off. While vulnerability is a key component to forming emotional connections between people, she fears that connection as much as wants it so badly. She’s been programmed to protect herself. She’s learned to only need herself. While it is a great strength of hers, it too is a weakness. She knows such strength only because she’s been weak and people have taken advantage of it. She’s only learned her worth because of the people who treated her like she wasn’t worth anything. Through unkindness and mistreatment and the lack of love others were able to provide for her she learned to give all those things to herself. She fears falling in love. People are conditioned to need an emotional relationship in their lives to function. It’s a part of the human condition. But there is a risk that comes with love. A risk a beautifully broken girl has taken and regretted in the past. If you want someone like this to fall in love with you follow her lead, even when she takes off running. Sometimes people run just to see if someone cares enough to follow. Sometimes people put up walls just to see who cares enough to climb over them. The key to her heart doesn’t come easy. But all great things in life never do and her love is no exception. Her love will change you. Because as much as she fears love, what she really fears more is people leaving taking the bits of what is left of her broken heart. But more than anything she respects love. She knows love is the very thing that can heal her. So she takes these chances hoping for the best in people despite what she’s seen. The people who don’t see love often know to value it in its entirety when it does come. She practices love the same way she’d like to receive it. She’ll give her best time and time again. She’ll love harder than anyone you’ve ever met. She’ll do anything for people. Because she’s not so much afraid of love, the real fear is her love not being reciprocated. And when you fall in love with her and she brings out the best in you, the only thing you’ll wonder is how anyone in her past didn’t see what they had when they had it.”
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jack black’s first real video is him going to the pinball hall of fame and singing all star by smash mouth while playing a shrek-themed pinball machine so i’d say jablinski games is off to a fucking excellent start
Regular reminder that there’s literally nothing stopping white people from enjoying their own heritages and that all that bonehead noise about how “the SJWs” are gonna come after you because you wanna learn Irish or you think Vikings are cool is just straight-up a lie.
Y’know what robs white people of culture? White supremacy does. And you can take that to the fuckin bank.
This is actually something I’ve felt for a long time but was afraid of talking about because I wasn’t sure if anyone else felt the same way. We’re losing any and all important ways of positively and benevolently performing, expressing, sharing, and celebrating our cultures because they keep getting invaded and corrupted by white supremacists.
It’s the white supremacists we need to annihilate. Then we can have our celebrations.
Gatekeep white supremacists from white culture. Separate them from it, remove them from it.
They’re not white culture, they’re hate culture.
When Urgroßvater fled the Rhineland way back in the day, he wound up in Mississippi. All the kids grew up as monolingual Anglophones, because the last thing you want to be in a place like that is different; better to identify with the dominant group, if you’re lucky enough that that’s an option. Any meaningful sense of heritage was gone by the time the next generation learned to talk. Now it’s 2018 and all the German I have is Berliner Hochdeutsch from school and Duolingo. Whatever songs and stories and traditions I could’ve had are just gone, like a fart in the wind.
Deep down in my bones, I feel like I was cheated out of something. And it was the pressure and desire to assimilate into whiteness that did the cheating.
The same thing happened to me with Italian on both sides, children raised to fit in without any real heritage or traditions passed on.
My grandfather told his Prussian parents, “We’re in America. Speak English.” He spoke Polish, Russian, German, and English. My grandmother spoke German, Norwegian, and English. My parents used to have arguments in German but refused to teach us. I’m a monolingual Anglophone. I’m still upset about it.
My grandmother’s family assimilated so hard because they were Russian Jews. I am continually working my way back to my ancestress’ list of languages and crafts skills.
(There is probably an argument that I’m carrying a lot of Nanna around here, but hey.) (She spoke English, French, German, Russian, and probably some Latin. I’ve swapped Latin for Spanish and am kinda crappy at German. She also could look at a piece of finished clothing and go home and put together a replica; I’m working towards it with knitting instead.)
And yes: I was named for her.
One of the truths about European colonization of the world was that most of those who were most emphatic about assimilating or eradicating non-European cultures were usually those who’d already had the same thing done to them. Which can go all the way back to distinctions of rank and station in what we think of as “the same” society - some of the areas of the USA and Canada that were/are the worst in terms of anti-Indigenous and anti-Black racism were those colonized by the Welsh, Scottish, Irish and even English farmers and peasants who’d had their entire generations and centuries of culture, ancestry and livelihood ripped up and thrown out by Enclosure or forced relocation or the Famine or what have you.
They came to the Americas and thought now we can be on the top and acted out the worst parts of their own (often intergenerational) trauma on everyone vulnerable to them. It’s a very very common human pattern and all over the world it continues today.
I’m relatively connected to Scottish culture for a western Canadian—my mother and uncle did Highland dance when young, my brother was in pipe bands, I’ve been to a lot of Highland games, my grandmother took me to Scotland when I was young.
And it’s basically all because my Orkney ancestors REMEMBER and are still VERY PEEVED about being invaded by the English, having their language, culture, and traditional forms of dress outlawed and stolen, and losing political autonomy.
So even though they were still kinda racist, when my grandparents went up to the Arctic to exploit the environment and learned about how Canada’s Indigenous people had been colonized and had their language, culture, and traditional forms of dress outlawed and stolen… even then they were like, “Hey, that sounds shittily familiar” and worked in small ways (in between drilling oil wells) to help preserve Inuit culture and help individual Indigenous people.
Imagine what might happen if white people remembered what it was like for their families to be fed into the meatgrinder that took in their heritage and spat out mayonnaise, and decided that maybe it wasn’t so great after all.
I was always very, very pissed off that my grandparents steadfastly refused to teach me Greek.
If it weren’t for “We’re in America, speak English,” I might have grown up speaking Norwegian, German, Dutch, and maybe some Gaelic.
“We’re in America, speak English” is also “We’re in America, speak only English,” and that is loss beyond measure.
Sometimes I want to cry because I want want want the Czech culture that my great-great-grandparents were raised in… but when they came over, they renounced it all. They were Czech, but their children (my great-grandparents) were American. Their children’s children (my grandparents) were American. They spoke English and they participated in American culture; even their last name had to be pronounced the American way. They might speak Czech to their friends when they went to Mass at St. Wenceslaus, but at home, they worked hard to learn English and practice American traditions.
My grandfather knew a little Czech, and remembered some of the traditions his grandparents had brought over. But when he died in… 2013, 2014? we lost anything he didn’t pass on, because he was the last child of that line.
I once had someone at a pagan gathering say to me “oh, you’re Czech? that means you can worship the Slavic gods!” But even if I could trace my family back to pre-Christianity Prague and Bohemia, would those gods even recognize me? Through Americanization, my family’s Czechness was reduced to a fun fact and a way of excusing our weird last name.
And sometimes that really just boils my blood.
I know less than a dozen words of Gaelic, essentially zero Slovak, and all I have of Swedish is Minnesota jokes.
I am not happy with this.
I still cry about the lost Romani side of my heritage because of this. To his dying breath my grandfather refused to speak of it. And he was the last one.
They changed our NAME.
My family is gone. Erased by some white nonsense. And I fucking HATE it.
movies about apocalypses: it’s every man for himself!! you can’t trust anyone, it’s a wasteland of solo travelers and sad families, we’re alone out here
humans irl: *pack bond with strangers*
*pack bond with large carnivores*
*pack bond with robots in space thousands of miles away*
Apocalypse preppers who fantasise about all our artificial rules and governments falling away in times of chaos seem to forget that we invented those rules and governments. Over and over. When you put humans near each other, they group up and make a society; that’s why those governments exist. Do they think we magically stop doing that in dangerous situations? Because… we don’t.
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