when you go to the gender clinic you can ask about being buried alive left to scream and claw at the lid of your coffin until you emerge into your real body & your real name but idk if it’s covered by insurance
this isn’t normal. this isn’t how life is supposed to feel. if you don’t think about it it can’t hurt you. I found our hearts and they were still beating. there is still time.
i got out of the theater 5 hours ago and i’m still sitting here thinking about i saw the tv glow like the entire concept of a horror movie that’s not truly a horror movie until the very last scene. the concept of a horror movie where the horror is not a literal monster or a monster as metaphor for the self the horror is literally just the self and the damage done to oneself when you refuse a fundamental part of your identity. and how part of the horror isn’t just the damage done to yourself but also to the people who can relate to you and who love and want to help you. but also that little glimmer of hope in “there is still time” because even just looking into the heart of yourself in the mirror is a step forward, even if you take two steps back immediately after. like the horror in hope and the hope in horror and how the whole reason horror is even a thing is because of the existence of hope (and its failure) god this movie is SO good i need to watch it again immediately.
“why can’t they just be friends” not in the homophobic way but in the “their platonic relationship in the source material is far more dynamic and complex than the sanitized personalities they gain as a result of shipping” way
“why can’t they just be friends” not in the homophobic way but in the “this is a valuable exploration of intimacy and vulnerability that we’re conditioned to recognize only in romantic relationships but that can exist platonically as well” way
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As hard and as ruthless as a rose petal (tawghasatumblr_feed) wrote2025-07-1509:24 pm
The most mind-blowing moment, not only for De La Mata but the scientists too, came when they managed to actually record the sounds that she heard in her ears – which now appear as ‘Left Ear’ and ‘Right Ear’ which begin sides A and B on the album – and in doing so opened up questions about the nature of tinnitus itself. “The NHS definition is that it’s a phantom sound that your brain is creating, that it isn’t something ‘real’, so you should try to ignore it.” By having De La Mata place her ear into an anechoic chamber, with an ultra-sensitive microphone perched in her ear canal, they were able to provide significant evidence to the contrary. “After the first recording of it, it was ‘There’s no way, this isn’t possible.’” They tried again with her breath held, and again with her tensing her ears, and again with other members of staff, but each time it became apparent that yes, the noises De La Mata hears are seemingly something physical.
HOLY SHIT THAT’S WHAT I HEAR ALL DAY
Can’t believe this is applicable but hi, I’m a doctor of audiology (hearing sciences) and would like to clarify!
SOME tinnitus is physical and can be recorded. Key word being SOME. Tinnitus with physical cause is called objective tinnitus, and may be audible to an outside listener if you have the right equipment (such as in this case). But many types of tinnitus, whether related to hearing loss, psychosomatic causes (“subjective” tinnitus), or other physical damage like pressure on the auditory nerve, won’t be audible to an observer. It just depends on the cause!
Either way, if you’re experiencing sounds in your ears (whether they’re ringing, buzzing, babbling, sometimes even music) that weren’t there, or having changes, consider getting your hearing tested to evaluate the health of the auditory system - this can help you and your healthcare provider determine the best course forward (which can range from hearing aids to tinnitus-specific mindfulness therapy exercises). And remember to seek info from reputable sources - tinnitus treatment is, unfortunately, a big market for grifters.
I have had a really full and busy day today, but the highlight was:
So I’m sitting in the staff work area and one of my colleagues comes up to me. There’s an open day this weekend, and so we need to plan an activity for the would-be students.
“Simple!” I say. “Let’s get them to dissect some owl pellets. Hands on, fun, they get to play with skulls.”
“Good idea!” she says. “But we’ll need something even fancier for the open day in February. What can we do? Perhaps we can take some soil samples.”
And as we’re debating the photogenic merits of soil Vs dead mice…
Suddenly, a Dashing and Handsome Stranger (read: an autistic engineering lecturer) appears with a flourish (read: launches himself into a seat beside us while visibly and physically vibrating with excitement about his special interest being Useful) and asks “HELLO I’M SORRY DID YOU SAY SOIL BECAUSE I HAVE A RAMAN MICROSCOPE”
“Amazing!” declares my colleague. “…Who are you?”
“COME AND SEE IT!!!” he says, currently the human embodiment of the :D emoticon.
We went and saw it. It’s an excellent microscope and his ten minute infodump about it was both spectacular and also extremely useful. We’re going to use it to assess microplastics.
I have a new friend.
Guess who I saw again today! I say ‘saw’, he hunted me down to invite me to train on using his microscopes - it turned out some of the engineers asked if they could look at explosive substances with it and he was like NO YOU MAY NOT IT’S POWERED BY A LASER so now he’s insisting that everyone train on it, but wanted to ask me if I’d like to do it. Obviously I have said yes. He’s getting an SEN as well so he’s put my name down for that, too.
And then we compared notes on working in labs, and he told me about the time he was sent to the 'chemical cupboard’ in his last lab and found a Tesco bag of asbestos, three and a half kilos of TNT, and half a pint of cyanide, and when he told the health and safety woman she just said he should use a lone working protocol, and he was so angry he yelled A LONE WORKING PROTOCOL WILL NOT SAVE THE CHILDREN FROM A DIRTY BOMB, CAROLINE
I love this man
Why did the chemical cupboard have three and a half kilos of trinitrotolulene (the full name for TNT, for those unaware), and was it at the very least an explosives cupboard?
It was not in an explosives cupboard, and he didn’t know. Basically this was in an HE building being converted over to a young offenders institute, and for whatever reason, all the science teachers quit en masse as the switch was happening, leaving all their students in the lurch. So one morning he came into work, was told he was being promoted to Technical Demonstrator, given a Bunch of Mysterious Keys, and told he had three hours to familiarise himself with the contents of the chemical cupboard.
“Great,” he said. “Where is the chemical cupboard?”
“Shrug emoji,” his boss said gravely, and wandered off to have crisps.
So he spent an hour wandering the building and trying his keys in every lock before finally finding a door that opened, and upon finally opening it, was immediately greeted by a Tesco carrier bag on the floor labelled 'Asbestos, do not touch’.
“Right-o,” he thought. “No touching that.”
But then he had two hours left to familiarise himself with the packed shelf contents of quite a large room, and the problem is that when you tell an autistic lab tech to familiarise themselves with a room full of chemicals, what they hear is not “Have a quick look so you have an idea of what’s there”, it’s “These chemicals must be catalogued in detail and also here have a time pressure,” so he was going to be both Thorough and Grumpy about this. And this room was packed.
The oldest bottle he found was a reagent opened in 1959.
It had crystallised.
(“It was quite beautiful, actually,” he told me dreamily. “A work of art. I wish I’d kept it.”)
The cyanide, when he finally found it, was in a stoppered glass vial. So that was the point he lost his shit and went and grabbed Caroline.
The kicker is, Caroline didn’t care. She insisted they didn’t have the money or resources to spare on getting rid of it. So he had to march all the way to the Dean’s office.
“You look like you’re having a bad day,” she said warily.
“Well I thought it would peak with the Tesco carrier bag of asbestos I found,” he said, “but I was very wrong.”
After dramatically passing out, Anakin is carried back to the ship by Obi-Wan and the clone troopers. There, they try and figure out what’s causing him to breath so erratically as well as what’s causing his eyes to bleed.
While the medics fuss about, Obi-Wan can’t help but sit there in stunned shock, replaying the day’s events in his mind over and over again. He knew Anakin had been behaving rather odd lately, acting almost like an entirely different person in some occasions, but he had simply assumed it was the result of the increasing stress of the war.
The battles had taken a rather brutal turn as of late and even Obi-Wan was starting to feel strained, so Anakin acting off kilter was understandable, but falling to the Darkside? Obi-Wan couldn’t believe it. Even though he felt that oppressive darkness strangle him, even though he saw volcanic gold eyes looking back instead of blue, he still felt Anakin.
“You could get up early and do it before work” I could also wait for a magic beanstalk to start growing in my living room LMAO. Let’s focus on things that happen in the real world
really cannot emphasise enough that “All Men Bad” and “masculinity is inherently violent, dangerous, and evil” are load-bearing pillars of radfeminism and these ideas cannot have a place in any truly progressive queer theorising.
banging my head on the wall BEGGING people on the internet to learn what an Inside Thought is. like you do not need to express every nasty opinion you have, and if you do so publicly, you gotta accept that people are gonna get mad at you for saying shit like “i find gay men repulsive”. social media is not your private diary, it is public. there are consequences for saying terrible things, such as thousands of people thinking you’re an asshole.
PLEASE learn what an inside thought is. you do not need to share everything that goes through your head. you shouldn’t.
once you say something out loud people can hear it and respond. if what you say out loud insults them, they will also get mad at you. the nice thing about inside thoughts is when you don’t say insulting things out loud to people, they don’t get mad at you.
you have every right to say mean stupid bullshit that pisses people off, but if you don’t want to deal with the consequences of that, consider learning some fuckin restraint.
this is why journaling and/or talking to yourself is such a useful tool. you can even make a post and leave it in drafts! it’s healthy to get those thoughts out of your brain, but it’s important to keep to an appropriate context.
reblogging this to say again, out loud: if you feel compelled by some inner feeling of nebulous guilt or shame or even defensiveness when no one asked, to claim whatever you feel you must confess or you’ll feel like a bad person for the rest of the day, PLEASE look into OCD compulsions and intrusive thoughts. the actual kind, not the tiktok kind
All throughout childhood, while my peers were socializing and making friends, I studied the blade read so many books that I am now almost legally blind, which left me with vast and deeply instinctual understanding of English grammar - and next to no ability to explain how it actually works. Friends will often ask me to proofread their writing and then get very mad when I say things like, “You need to completely reverse this sentence and cut this clause entirely; no, I’m sorry, i don’t know why, I just know that the way it is now ITCHES 😭”
Now, what I want to see is a fantasy story where this plays out with MAGICAL grammar. Someone from a backwater town deeply steeped in folk magic arrives at Wizard Uni where all their fellow students are like “What do you mean, we should add another ‘𝞯∘⋇𝞿’ to the incancation because it 'sounds better’? What do you mean, 'it could just be a regional thing’?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'THIS SPELL JUST FEELS LIKE IT NEEDS A LIVE RAT’????”
“I mean, on the plus side, there’s live rats in a lot of places, so the odds of you casting that spell within close enough range of a live rat to work is pretty high? Like, if you’ve ever had that spell just randomly fizzle out on you, then you tried it again ten minutes later without changing anything and it suddenly worked, a rat probably just wandered into range in that time.”
disclaimer: spell does not work in Alberta
as i understand it, due to the Anti-Rat Forcefield in alberta, the local spells have been modified to work with banjos instead
if a local alberta wizard could verify that would be great
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