98% of the time: yes.
2% of the time: uterus wildcard!
normal!body: hello i would like some spinach i lack folate
period!body: I WANT EIGHT GREGG’S SAUSAGE ROLLS
me: you will make yourself sick, you can have like one maybe
period!body: I DEMAND CHOCOLATE
me: nice chocolate?
period!body: NO I WANT SHIT CHOCOLATE. LOTS OF SHIT CHOCOLATE. I DEMAND TO EAT OUT-OF-DATE DOUBLEDECKERS UNTIL I AM VOMITING
me: … that’s not happening either.
period!body: FRY ME EVERYTHING
me: um
period!body: GO OUTSIDE AND FRY THAT DOG
Half of me: Blue and Yellow are going to have to confront eons worth of sins, war crimes, prejudice, the creation and enforcement of biological castes, the removal and dismantling of the very notion of consent, their part in upholding the lies that gems are solitary, unchanging, incapable of love or companionship, downplaying gems own physical abilities leading to entire swaths of gem culture untapped, and that’s not even mentioning the eugenics, use of unconventional (by gem standards) weaponry, the corruption weapon. They’re going to have to face the fact that they won’t be able to atone for all of that (especially re: Pearl) even if it turns out that the theory that White Diamond outranks all other diamonds in terms of superiority and my personal theory that Blue and Yellow are off-color diamonds like Pink was is true and that I’m actually spot on about Blue and Yellow not knowing the full extent of the corruption weapon’s effects on gems (as implied by Blue and Yellow thinking that they’d simply killed all the gems on Earth instead of corrupting them). There’s just no way they’re going to get all of the Crystal Gems to trust them just like that, at the very least not without a big rant from Pearl about how they could have just listened to Pink 5700 years ago instead of ignoring her and continuing to expand their genocidal colonialist empire.
I love how Garnet and Pearl character development episodes are like “Steven goes into Pearl’s mind and meets multiple aspects of her guilt-ridden past personified” and “Steven follows Garnet into the improbable and helps her come to terms with how uncertain fate truly is” and then with Amethyst it’s like “Steven and Amethyst fucking fight each other” and “Steven tackles Amethyst out of the sky while having a screaming match about his therapy practices.”
fun fact the west coast does not have cicadas so you can imagine my surprise when my LA ass moved to Philly for college when all the trees started screaming while they’ve been on fire plenty of times where I’m from they never screamed
i’m c r y i n g
like consciously i know biodiversity exists but i guess i just never considered the fact that some people don’t have the experience where you just wake up one day to all of nature fucking shrieking like hellspawn and you’re like “huh guess it’s that season!”
“Oh, it’s screaming season,”
For those unaware, this is exactly how it happens. I’ve met adults who’ve lived here their whole lives and have never seen a cicada. You just hear this “ZHEEEEEEEE” noise from the trees, and no matter how close you look you usually can’t find a cicada, plus there’s so many of them the noise is coming from all over all the trees. You just go outside and there’s screaming. You’ll see the empty shells from when they come out of their weird larval form, shells just perched everywhere, and maybe you’ll see a cicada or two after they get old and die, but I bet it took people a long time to figure out what was making the screaming noise before cicadas were discovered.
so i’d like to talk about the best day of tony’s life – aka the day he discovered captain america’s criminal record
so tony’s constantly digging where he shouldn’t, yeah? always rooting around through shield most classified files both for the hell of it and for actual information, so imagine his absolute delight when he discovers a file concerning one Steven G. Rogers, a file that’s completely sealed and has been since Cap himself first appeared on the scene.
Jarvis informs him that it appears to be a criminal record, and after a brief bit of laughter tony figures that thats actually not that suprising; after all, steve used to get beaten up a lot before the serum, there must be quite a few incidents that old stevie’s been included in, the poor kid.
but tony being tony, he’s gotta crack that thing open anyway, for funsies. it might just be a list of times steve got picked on but you never know, maybe one day he snapped and beat someone to death with a trashcan lid or something. so tony un-seals the document – which he really shouldnt be able to do but he’s tony stark, and he can so he will – and holy actual motherfucking s h it
tony starts laughing again and this time it carries on until hes almost hyperventillating, tears rolling down his cheeks as he reads through the seventy-four separate incident reports, almost every single one of which steve initiated. bar fights, back-alley fights, protests and brawls and even a couple of lab raids – turns out that steve is responsible for letting loose a heard of cows in brooklyn one summer because some company had given them an experimental drug that ended up causing extensive skin problems.
perhaps the icing on tonys completely unexpected but unbelievebly welcom cake is that attatched to steve’s criminal record is bucky’s, which once unsealed reveals that buck was involved in almost every single one of steve’s incidents; not because bucky helped start any of them, but because that skinny little fuck could only throw a punch that would only do damage to his own fucking hand and bucky had to keep jumping in and saving steve’s ass, because that sure as hell apparently didnt stop him from throwing them at any available opportunity.
love that adhd feel when “and there goes my ability to read”
why u ask?
– it’s too noisy – my brain keeps thinking too many Thoughts – re-read it again till u die – BOREDOM!!! – constantly zoning out – the tiny sound in the distance – too stressed out because I CAN’T READ
isn’t adhd fun!!!
I love when my eyes just slip right off the page and I daydream about the paragraph I just read until I’m just staring off into the distance holding a book for half an hour.