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He can have it all! The post-viral fatigue, the nausea, the pains, the cold I caught on top, the headache I've had since Sunday morning... all of it!

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

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the recent eye color post on yesornopolls is intriguing me a lot bc. well. statistically more people should be answering yes to the question here than they are. but obvs the point of yesornopolls is yes or no questions so we can’t exactly do a follow up there. so i’m going into more depth here because i can do what i want

obvs this poll isn’t gonna get as much traction as the poll blog’s will, but it’ll still be interesting to look at the results of it and compare them methinks

(bee tee dubs if your eyes change color based on lighting answer with the color they are most often. pick whatever color you’d put on a legal ID. also the heterochromia button is there with complete heterochromia in mind but if you have central/sectoral heterochromia and feel none of the other options fit you then. go for it i suppose)

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Alright, I think I like tumblr now.

A pun post crossed my dash, and I reblogged it with an equally bad pun in return. A couple of my followers find it funny, it's a good day for everyone.

That was on July 7th.

Virality on Reddit was entirely algorithmic. You could garner a couple crossposts, but the success of a post was entirely dependent on whether or not it hit r/all--the main page of Reddit. If your post does that, it's immediately exposed to 10x the number of people and immediately gets upvoted.

On my pun post, I get a couple reblogs. And those reblogs get a couple reblogs--nobody really adds any content to the post, it just gets a couple reblogs here and there.

There's a specific chain of reblogs that I'd like to focus on. The most popular post on this chain has about 25 reblogs on it. Half the posts have three reblogs or fewer. Five posts in this chain have just one reblog total.

But the reblog chain keeps going. And going. It breaches containment many times over. And finally, after a chain THIRTY SIX posts long, at 9:30 AM, July 22nd this morning, it hits a popular account.

99% percent of the people who have seen the post--virtually unchanged from how it left my dash--have seen it because it was curated by 36 different people. That's insane to me.

None of those 36 people know that they're part of this chain. They saw a post, reblogged it, and moved on. If any one of these people had not reblogged, the post would have a fraction of the impact it has.

And yet, after two weeks, the post has effectively hit the main page of tumblr. It was picked up, only because people liked it enough to show it to their followers. There were no algorithms necessary.

You really, truly, cannot get this on any other website.

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Yummy

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my therapist suggested i imagine my intrusive thoughts in the voice of donald trump bc i do not possess an ounce of respect for him or trust in his competence. going thru it today so i made this. hope this helps

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Health, Weight, and the Gallbladder I Probably Shouldn't Have Been Born With

Basically, this is a post about invisible health conditions and why it's important to listen to kids.

I can't prove it, but I’m pretty sure my gallbladder has never worked – since birth.

I won't get into every symptom (we'd be here a while), but here’s the gist: I was a sick kid. Constant pain. Constant nausea. Exhaustion that made me snappy, emotional, hard to be around.

I wasn’t "nasty" or "fussy" – I was unwell. But no one saw it. I got treated like a problem child, because I was "always tired" and "never in a good mood."

And food? That was a battlefield. I'd eat something, enjoy it, then feel awful when I was – or wasn't – digesting it. I felt sick almost every night. I'd stop eating whatever it was I'd told my parents was "delicious" and never want to look at it again. I didn't want to feel sick again, but my child's brain didn't even know why it was that just the thought of putting that thing – whatever it was – in my mouth made me feel sick. I couldn't really say that at the dinner table, could I? I was already tired of having my childish honesty labeled as being "difficult", "spiteful" and "rude".

Doctors and family all said: "When they're hungry enough, they'll eat."

Spoiler alert: I didn't. I just stuck to "safe" foods: butter, plain meat, unprocessed fish, soft cheeses, yoghurt, most fruits. I had to guess what wouldn't make me feel ill. Sometimes I got it wrong. Sometimes I didn't eat much at all.

Once, a teacher asked us our favourite foods. The other kids said "pie and chips", "sausage and mash", "beans on toast", etc.

I said: "Cucumber."

It got flagged – was I being starved? My parents were questioned. My mum told them I was just picky.

"Weird, but OK."

And that was that.

What they didn’t see was that I was always in pain. What they didn’t ask was why I didn’t want to eat. They never sat down with me and asked me directly what I felt like after eating – and that's what a small child needs to be asked.

Naturally, I was thin. Always had been. And people – kids, adults, strangers – acted like that was something to envy.

"You’re so lucky!"

"I wish I had your figure."

"Wait 'til you hit your twenties, it’ll catch up with you."

I didn’t feel lucky. I felt sick. I felt tired. I felt wrong.

In my teens, new symptoms started creeping in. It hurt to put my right foot to the floor. My right shoulder started aching for no reason. But no-one connected it to anything. At home, I was mostly sedentary – I wasn't walking between classes or forced to "enjoy" two hours of PE every week. So no one really noticed – and I got better at hiding it, because any symptoms were starting to be considered "attention-seeking".

Here’s the thing:

Your health affects your weight.

It affects your pain levels and how you handle that pain. It affects your food preferences. It affects how you move, how you feel, how you cope generally.

We don't talk enough about the people who are praised for being thin when their thinness is a side effect of chronic illness, anxiety, pain, undiagnosed digestive issues. We don’t talk about how being "picky" might actually be survival. Or how chronic symptoms in kids so often get dismissed as personality problems, bad behaviour, or teenage drama.

If you're struggling with food, digestion, fatigue, or unexplained pain – especially if you’ve been struggling since childhood – it’s not "all in your head."

Sometimes, it’s in your organs.

And sometimes, nobody thinks to check.

If you're the parent of a "difficult" kid, please start asking questions – direct questions, gently. Tell your child you're not angry, you just want to understand what's going on.

Nobody did that with me.

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i actually need to know people's thoughts on this because at least in my experience the answer to this has drastically changed since i was on tumblr in the 2010s and its driving me fucking insane

*im talking about fandom takes specifically. not someone being horribly evil about a real-life issue or or blatantly factually incorrect. literally just harmless fandom disagreements or differing interpretations of a text/character/etc.

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look. look at this beautiful sword meme. i’m going to cry

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I am spoiling the live action Lilo & Stitch. And I am doing it up front and plainly.

Do not fucking see this movie. Do not waste your money on this. Period.

They made Nani give Lilo up to the American government. They made Nani LEAVE Hawaii and pursue being a marine biologist. They made a native Hawaiian character give up her sibling to pursue a dream that she originally did not have. This is imperialist propaganda at its FINEST.

The original fucking movie is about family staying together. It's about indigenous people being able to stay with each other and stay in their home and be together! That's the whole fucking point! Nani is Lilo's last living relative on her homeland—it is jarring, it is disgusting and disturbing that Nani would not only leave her last blood relative alone, give her up to the very government that is harming native Hawaiians TODAY, but also travel to the "mainland" for her dream!

Not to mention, Nani's actress isn't fucking Hawaiian. She's much paler in photos and real life. They fucking darkened her for this movie.

Don't even get me started on the transgender subtext of Pleakley's "human" disguise from the original movie being completely erased in favor of him being played by a regular ass white man. Jumba doesn't have his accent, they made him more villainous, and his "human" disguise is a non-fat white man—which part of his original joke, I know, is that he was bigger and was more clumsy in the movie because of his size, but to have the main shape of his character completely removed is also fucking weird.

This live action movie is a desecration to the original. I encourage you to not see it, please. Don't give Disney any of your money on this one. Just watch the original. Please just watch the original.

The new message in the live action movie is disturbing and gross.

This is one of the most disrespectful live actions I've seen and heard of. I implore you to not watch it.

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What To Do When It Happens

Write it down. The date. The time. What they said. What you said. What you couldn’t. This isn’t overreacting. It’s documenting.

Tell someone you trust. Not the one who explains it away. The one who believes you.

Save everything. Emails, DMs, texts. Rename the folder something boring.

Find the policy. It’s probably buried under “Respect in the Workplace.” Highlight it like your job depends on it—because it might.

Pay attention to what happens next. The silence. The cold shoulder. The missed invites. That counts too.

If it gets worse, you're not imagining it. Retaliation is common. It’s also illegal.

Don’t quit just to make it stop. Not before you talk to someone. A lawyer. A hotline. A friend who’s been there.

Crying in the bathroom is not unprofessional. Neither is dissociating. Nor surviving.

It’s okay to stay. It’s okay to leave. Either way, you’re strong.

What happened to you matters. Even if you stayed quiet. Even if you laughed. Even if you stayed quiet for a long, long, time.

NOTE: I wrote this on paper first (pic above) but realised my handwriting is mostly indecipherable trash. Didn't want to put you through that. Also, can people born after 2000 even read cursive nowadays? I truly have no idea.

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every time I do a web search, right at the top I have AI info dumping on me

just give me the top result please

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That explains all the military/war propaganda in Holiday Inn's bit about freedom...

you really can’t unsee american military propaganda in movies like once you start thinking about it you are doomed to be the friend who’s too political when people put on an action movie for the rest of your life

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I've been watching Stacey & Joe.

Joe has ADHD and he struggled to manage it. He also struggles to explain it.

He saw a doctor or therapist (I can't remember) about it and that professional said: "The brain is like a ship. Every part of the ship works perfectly – except the captain. The captain is asleep at the wheel."

That was the best explanation of ADHD that I've ever heard.