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You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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I think one of the most impressive facts about the effectiveness of the colonialism of Celsius is that it's used even in places where it's incredibly incorrect at the one thing it's supposed to be better at.

Namely, the temperature at which water starts to boil.

It's the biggest argument people always have for why Celsius is better, but it only really applies at sea level/standard atmospheric pressure.

So, there are places that use Celsius because their colonizers did. This includes

Mexico: In Mexico City, water boils at about 92.56 C

Bolivia: In El Alto, the second-largest city, water boils at 85.9 C

Ecuador: In Quito, the second-largest city, water boils at 90.47 C

Colombia: In Bogotá, water boils at 91.26 C

Ethiopia: In Addis Ababa, water boils at 91.67 C

And so on.

(I used this Wikipedia page to find cities with over a million people and their average elevations, and I used this calculator to find the boiling points. Unsurprisingly, most of the high-altitude cities of size are in South/Central America.)

Anyway, the next time someone tries to argue that Celsius just 'makes more sense' because it's based on the boiling point, tell them 'not in Mexico City!' (It has the biggest population.)

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everyone say thank you to Black trans women and Black trans men

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obligatory post today

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There should totally be a movement called “Sleep in Public” where people defend their right to sleep on public property. Sleep in your cars. Sleep on benches. Sleep at the park. Just make it a mundane and regular part of life to see someone napping in the library. It would make it much harder to single out the homeless for harassment if everyone else is doing the same thing and much harder to argue that it’s a “threat to public safety” when it’s so clearly harmless.

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Blind marriage au pretty please!🥺

thank you anon!! I’ve had so many comments and tags asking for more so here we go with part 2!!

part 1 of this

“So… there’s a slight problem.”

Steve lay on his side in bed, all curled up, holding his phone. Watching as a still-exhausted Billy addressed the camera. Billy looked… annoyed, amused? Something, with a bit of spark in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

On screen, Billy turned his laptop around to face the camera. Showing off the Google form in its basic purple hue, clicking over to the results tab, which had –

“Two hundred people,” Billy deadpanned. “Two. Hundred of the two million people who saw that dumb thing. Two hundred of you apparently live in my area — or are willing to move here, which is insane.”

Billy was doing that thing where he waved his hands around while he talked. It was endearing. Steve giggled a little, watching him.

“ – check all the other boxes as well,” Billy was saying. “I just, what the fuck, guys. The majority of you all are college students in the area. Uh, that makes me a little nervous to be honest, just because… my apartment is closest to my school, and either you’d have an obnoxious commute to get anywhere else or I’d have to move, which… is not happening.”

Steve watched as he tousled his hair with one hand. Pretty golden curls tumbling down around his face.

“Anyway, I’ve been… going through everything and I realized I forgot to ask you for your Instagram handle if you applied. Which means I can’t just DM people I think would be a good fit.” Billy gave the camera a stare and a slow head shake, eyes slightly widened, like he couldn’t even believe himself. “So if you’re watching this and I read your name right now, send me a message. Hopefully this reaches you. I mean, it would be weird to apply to marry me and then not follow my… but whatever.”

Oh shit, so this was it. Billy was listing the final round of applicants. He was rambling a little about his reasoning — the whole proximity thing, age gaps, people already in college and the conflicts. Steve was only half paying attention to any of that, mostly just enjoying watching Billy’s pretty face.

“ – be great, but. Okay, next… Steve Harrington.”

Steve immediately bluescreened so hard he didn’t catch anything else Billy said.

He frantically scrambled to scroll back.

“Steve Harrington. I know you’re not in LA but you said you’d been wanting to move, so there we go. DM me, you know the spiel at this point.”

And then he went on to talk about someone else, and then he was giving a little closer, and Steve just couldn’t be bothered to watch the rest. He was already clicking over to Billy’s profile for the weirdest DM slide he’d ever sent in his life.

Stevie.Harrington << so I know this is forward, but… wanna get married?

Billy wasn’t sure what to expect when he read out the names. How many people would see it, how many would actually DM him. Retention and all that. It felt like each round of this whole hellish game-show he’d created for himself just got smaller and smaller. But maybe it would be fine.

Hours after the video is out, he had three messages.

One from Hannah, a girl from LA, who sent a very polite “hey, you read my name, just reaching out” sort of message. Simple, easy to deal with, thank god.

Another girl named Brooke sent a message starting with a winky face. Cute. “Still got it,” Billy muttered to himself, unable to keep the smile from his face. Even desperate and exhausted, apparently.

And lastly — “so I know this is forward, but… wanna get married?”

Which dragged an honest snort of a laugh from Billy’s throat.

Not many guys had applied, and even fewer had made the cut, so Billy hadn’t really been expecting any of them to text. And he remembered Steve’s application, a little. He clicked on Steve’s profile for the fun of it.

Well.

Alright, Steve Harrington was definitely getting a message back.

Steve was on facetime with Robin when it happened.

billyhargrove >> hey pretty boy

billyhargrove >> moving a little fast, don’t you think?

The squealing sort of sound Steve made was mortifying. Girly, even.

“Woah, what happened?” Robin asked, her eyes wide. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve managed, quickly switching over to Instagram. “Remember that stupid thing I did with that hot guy and the form and – ”

“Steve, tell me you didn’t actually fill it out,” Robin groaned. “I thought that was a joke, I didn’t realize you were actually that stupid!”

“Your mistake.” Steve rolled over onto his front, his phone propped against his pillow, feet in the air. “Robs you don’t get it, he’s so hot, and I made it to the final round – ”

“This is like, the worst season of The Bachelor I’ve ever seen,” Robin said. “Little Stevie fawning because the guy everyone’s competing for gave him a rose. Aww.”

“Shut up, I have to think of a good response.”

“Oh, yeah, get your lady-killing pants on. Because your success rate is soooo high these days.”

“I can’t believe my best friend hates me,” Steve dead-panned back. “My best friend in the whole world wants me to suffer and die alone. Wow.”

“I hope this guy likes drama queens.”

Stevie.Harrington << isn’t your deadline in like a month? thought you’d like a guy who doesn’t drag his feet

“You know what we need? A zoom call,” Robin said suddenly. “You get all quiet when you’re typing and it sucks. I wanna see. Share your screen or something.”

“I am not zoom calling you so you can virtually peep over my shoulder.”

“Wow. You hate me so much. My best friend won’t even – ”

“Robin I love you so much,” Steve said seriously. “I will not start a zoom call for you.”

billyhargrove >> thoughts on a summer wedding?

billyhargrove >> I’m thinking early August, beachside, small crowd, you know, nice and intimate

Stevie.Harrington << wow. is this your way of saying you can’t afford a venue? or food for guests? not even gonna romance me?

billyhargrove >> can you afford it?

Stevie.Harrington << …no

billyhargrove >> beach wedding it is

“This guy’s an asshole,” Steve declared. “He’s already decided when and where we’re getting married. No input from me.”

“You’re not getting married,” Robin said.

“I dunno, maybe I am.”

“Steven I swear to god.”

“I’m serious!” Steve blurted, looking at her face on the screen. “I’ve outgrown this town, Robin. No one my age is here anymore, and at some point being friends with high schoolers gets weird, man. And I’ve always wanted to go to California. And… I don’t know. It’ll be a fresh start, you know? With someone there to help me find my place.”

Robin sighed. Put her chin in her hand. “You know you could have come with me to New York.”

“No, I couldn’t,” Steve insisted. “I couldn’t. I’d hold you back. You’d be too busy worrying about me to have all the fun you’re having. Making new friends and everything. You know I’m right.”

Robin chewed her lip. “But running away to California as seems like a bad backup plan, Steve.”

“I’m not running away, Robs,” Steve promised. “I’ve thought about this a lot. Not the marriage thing, but… moving. I’ve been thinking about it since before you left.”

She sighed. “I know.”

“Yeah.” Steve smiled a little. “It’s okay. I’ll be okay. And it’s an adventure, you know?”

She still looked skeptical, but eventually she nodded. “Yeah. Just don’t forget to call me once you’re married to this random hot guy.”

He snorted. “Never, Rob-Bob.”

“Alright, dingus.” She grinned at him. “Talk to you tomorrow. Good luck sexting.”

“What? I’m not — ” but she had already hung up. “…okay.”

Steve flopped onto his side with a huff. Robin was the worst. She was the best, but like, she was the worst. Anyway.

Stevie.Harrington << I’ve never actually been to the beach

billyhargrove >> What.

billyhargrove >> god I guess that makes sense, you did say you were from Indiana

billyhargrove >> I think I’d die

billyhargrove >> like instantly on the spot combust without the ocean

Steve snickered to himself, curling up a little in bed. And Robin said he was a drama queen.

Stevie.Harrington << guess you’ll just have to show me what I’ve been missing out on ;)

billyhargrove >> oh you have no idea, pretty boy

Stevie.Harrington << so… I gotta ask. how many other people are you texting right now? what’s my competition look like?

billyhargrove >> like for the marriage thing?

billyhargrove >> honestly you’re the only one I’ve had a proper conversation with yet

Stevie.Harrington << damn. should I fly out to LA?

Steve held his breath, heart racing. This was crazy. This was fucking crazy. He was not going to get married to this guy.

billyhargrove >> you wanna?

billyhargrove >> I mean you got this far, but

billyhargrove >> for real?

Stevie.Harrington << what, got cold feet?

billyhargrove >> fuck no

billyhargrove >> just I figured I’d be marrying whoever the fuck agreed to this you know?

billyhargrove >> so it’s crazy that you’re like, sexy and funny and shit and you wanna go through with this

Stevie.Harrington << how about I fly out to LA, we go on a date or two to make sure we won’t be miserable, and then have a really shitty beach wedding

billyhargrove >> shit, pretty boy

billyhargrove >> thought you’d never ask

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Steve's bi-realisation coming from watching gangly limbed Eddie Munson running track for PE credit and those Hawkins High Shorts ™️ showing off so so much leg.

And he's so pale and littered with tattoos. And the second Eddie finishes his last lap he dramatically falls on his ass, sitting with his legs splayed on the brick red track.

And in Steve's head the exact words "those legs are like a spilled notebook of crude doodles and glorious art" followed immediately by "am I writing fucking mind poetry about Munson's white boy legs? fuck am I gay?".

He will learn about bisexuality in 14-22 months and a lot of things will click into place.

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When Steve was a kid sleeping over at Tommy’s house, he would periodically check in with Tommy’s parents to make sure they (1) still liked him, (2) didn’t want him to go home, and (3) didn’t think he was being loud and annoying.

Very clearly things someone (his parents) had said to him so Tommy’s parents always patiently reminded him that they (1) love him, (2) love when he’s here, (3) think he’s no louder than their boys and he’s definitely not annoying.

He kinda grows out of it as he got older but it always comes back when those boys were up to no good.

Maria Hagan is in her kitchen, scrubbing mud out of one of her son’s cleats when she hears the front door open and then ease shut. Tommy calls in a very measured voice that they’re back from a school friend’s birthday party and are going to bed. This is followed by - “Steve, don’t-“

It’s really the only warning she gets before Steve is next to her, thirteen and smelling like he swam in a pool of beer. She opens her arms and he falls into a hug, asking, “Are you mad at me?”

“Of course not, sweetie,” She tells them, giving Tommy a look when he reluctantly comes into the room. “But you’re grounded. Both of you.”

Maria watches her fifteen year old and his friends act suspicious at the family reunion they’re hosting, disappear, and come back red-eyed and giggly. Ten minutes later, her husband comes up to her and informs her that the kids are high, “Steve asked if I was disappointed in him.”

“Did you say yes?” She asks and gets only silence back. She wouldn’t have been able to say yes either. It doesn’t stop her from calling her husband a, “Coward.”

There’s a fallout in Tommy’s friend group and one less mouth at her kitchen table. She tries not to let it feel like she’s lost a son.

Life goes on. A couple years go by. And then she’s walking out into the emergency room lobby to alert Eddie Munson’s family that he’s going to surgery and - “Steve?”

“Oh, uh. Hi, Mrs Hagan.”

She ignores that he hasn’t called her that since he was five years old because there are cuts on his neck, bruises. He’s dirty and bleeding. She says, “Sweetie…”

And it’s all she needs to say before she has her arms full of dirty teenager. He squeezes her tight, shoulders shaking, asking, “Do you hate me?”

She hugs him right back, “Never.”

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Reblog to punch Tor Vizsla in the face

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Some Thorn Head Cannons I made at 2 in the Morning and Decided to Post

Thorn actually dyes the tips of his hair gold, and has a whole hair-care routine that, while never challenging Tup’s, is in the top five. He bleaches, dyes, and the blow dries his hair- so it comes out short and straight (giving the scruffy but somewhat straight texture, but he has to do it often.)

Thorn is the best public speaker of the Guard Command. He’s charismatic and extremely convincing through confidence alone (like he could convince you the sky is neon yellow and that basic water is awful, good). If they had made it through the war, Fox and Thorn would have teamed up to make the ultimate Clone Senator.

A common guard tradition (started by Thorn) is to chase Fox around the Senate building (later all of Coruscant) with a hypo so the bastard can get sleep- geez Fox. It’s been called Fox Hunting and it is now a Guard sport. (The winning company gets a free patrol to do whatever)

I do heavily vibe with heavy-gunner clones having ADHD. I think both Hevy and Hardcase fall under the combined category (both hyperactive & inattentive) I believe that Thorn is just inattentive, meaning he struggles focusing and missing details. (This barely scratches the surface of inattentive ADHD, and while looking at symptoms, I think I need a visit to my psychologist cause geez- I vibed with almost every thing I read).

Thorn is more of a brawler but after having only Fox as his sparring partner (who true to his name, relies on speed and quick jabs as well as pressure points and cheap shots) has become quicker and lighter on his feet, He uses the fact that while he built like a brick house, he doesn’t fight like one.

Guard cuddle piles, Thorn started them. Fox begrudgingly joined them.

In theory, the commanders should be able to play sabecc like champs, hah, bitch no. Fox’s brain to everything filter is completely fried, if he has a bad hand he starts tearing up. Thorn smirks when he has a bad hand, as an attempt to ‘throw them of his rhythm,” (it doesn’t work). Stone is Too Cool to be doing this, he has to save to tiny remainder of his dignity post-Jar Jar. Thire has a nervous breakdown when he has a bad hand. However, for some reason, a switch is flipped when they are undercover or playing with anyone who’s not a brother, and they all turn into champion level players.

Thorn is a hugger and a kisser. Shinies are taken by surprise when post mission. There he is, Commander Thorn, sprinting at you and your brother. You freak, and Thorn is on top of you, kissing yours and brother’s cheeks. No one ever sees him comming. Commander Thorn, the god of hugs and being the only one Fox can tolerate for more than ten consecutive minutes (consequently, the only one with the balls to hug Fox).

Thorn is also sometimes controlled by Palepatine. He will occasionally wake up in the lower levels of Coruscant after Fox fails a mission, much to Fox’s panic when he eventually finds his way back.  

 Fox does Thorn’s paperwork (due to his inattentive ADHD) and Thorn takes Fox’s patrols. While Fox really doesn’t want nor need the extra paperwork and he actually loves going on patrols, he loves Thorn more so he makes the sacrifice. Thorn knows what Fox is doing for him, so he makes sure to spend as much time with the other clone as much as possible, and tries to distract Senators with useless drabble and ‘security concerns.’ 

Fox was originally supposed to go to Scipio, but Thorn convinced him that he needed sleep and he would be useless to the guard so Thorn took the mission instead. 

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After Obi-Wan said something vaguely inappropriate to *insert enemy here* on the battlefield:

Cody: look Obi-Wan, I'm not slut shaming you but...

Cody: Actually yeah, I'm TOTALLY slut shaming you.

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cleared so hard

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I have some news for members of the united states armed forces who feel like they are pawns in a political game and their assignments being unnecessary.

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