Legit. Gotta be fresh, homemade stuff can be slimy. But oat milk is dank.

Rowling has spent tons of money petitioning the UK Supreme Court to basically make existing as a trans person in public illegal. She’s got more money than some cities do.

Like, legally, there is no where a trans man can piss in the UK. Not allowed in the women’s, not allowed in the men’s. Just got piss yourself.

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“I think you’ve healed my ballet injuries enough for one day,” Maddie giggled, smirking. “But I do have one teeny-weeny wittle wound that could use a pounding from your Theragun,” she teased.

As their lips were about to meet, the physical therapy office door slammed open. There stood Maddie’s father, looking furious. “What the hell is this?”

“Dad, it’s not what it looks like,” Maddie stammered, her cheeks burning as bright pink as her tutu.

James stood protectively in front of Maddie, his posture tense. “We were just-”

“I know what you are…” Mr. Stevens hissed. He slammed James against the Stairmaster "Balleraggot”

James hadn’t heard that word in years. He was brought right back to PT academy, to the hate he had faced simply because of who he couldn’t help but love. As his head hit the top step of the Stairmaster, he heard all the other familiar slurs, too: nutcracker, chasse chaser, plié-wad, and even tutu-fucker. He collapsed to the ground.

“And you…” He turned to his daughter, who’d broken into tears.

"Don’t think for one fucking second that we didn’t know. That’s right, your mother knew, may she rest in peace. All those years at performing arts high school… any normal daughter would’ve healed from the occasional sprain. Imagine the shame you brought onto your chemotherapy mother when she had to explain to the Rotary Club why her daughter spent her entire senior year in PT. Throwing herself at every new physical therapist. Imagine the tears in your chemommy’s eyes when we heard you in your bedroom, firing, up your Theragun for the fifth time on one of her last nights with us.”

"Leave your daughter alone, " James bellowed, tears streaming down his face as he slowly stood up.

“She’s hardly my daughter now,” Mr. Simmons laughed derisively.

"Make me.”

“Oh, I will.” James cocked his Theragun.

The Brightest Light of Sunshine

Determined to walk away from a traumatic past, 22-year-old Grace Allen feels ready to take the next step in her healing journey—dipping a toe into the dating pool. Although she should probably start by making a friend or two, right?

Samuel ‘Cal’ Callaghan isn’t who she had envisioned as her first male friend in… well, forever. With an intimidating build, tattoos everywhere, eight years her senior, and a little sister under his care, the last thing she expected was to warm up to him so easily. As their friendship evolves, Grace can’t help but wonder if Cal is exactly who she’s been looking for all this time.

Cal can’t afford to lose sight of his priorities—making sure his tattoo parlor thrives and taking care of his little sister. Especially the latter. He wants to make sure 4-year-old Maddie has a healthy and happy childhood, despite their mother going off the rails and her father’s blatant neglect. There’s certainly no room for love in his life right now. But when a sweet blonde with a veiled past breaks down his walls, he finds it difficult to stick to his guns.

This is book 2 in a published series.

They’ve already massively cut off funding for public outreach, and a lot of firings across the board. This administration has absolutely fucked over NASA already.

This study is taking place in West Africa. They are denying children Hep B vaccinations when something like a tenth of the population has Hep B.

This is like the Tuskegee study, but worse.

Seriously, fuck the CIA for fake vaccines in Pakistan.

Not AI.

Oklahoma believes the government saying “no” to anyone is a crime against God.

The name is Martha, apparently it has been returned to its owner who lost it recently. That may be an entirely different escaped kangaroo.

Then of course, the matter of the kangaroos hopping around the courts of Stillwater…

You shouldn’t microwave water though, because there’s a chance that it could be superheated to the boiling point without looking like it and that can be dangerous.

Shitty “non denominational” Protestant churches don’t have stained glass art. They have posters with political messages that should get their tax status revoked.

Actually really enjoyed all the times I’ve gone to a Catholic service - including one at the steps of Saint Peter’s Basilica. Also enjoyed a service at Westminister Abbey. Just not into the Christofascist messaging + shitty art and music that Oklahoma’s Protestant churches tend to have.

If you think teachers unions have any power, you are delusional.

Yes - US. I was honestly uncomfortable and thought it seemed dicey to force teachers to be around all of the propaganda, but using public funds to push religion is the least unethical thing Epic Charter Schools does lol.

- from 1539.

All over 14 years old were required to provide a “hawks bell” full of gold dust, or have their hand chopped off.

I worked for a school district that contracted with a church as a space for professional development. It’s not uncommon.

Elaborate, borderline heretical passion plays are very much a thing. (Ever wanted to see Iron Man crucified?) Churches definitely do rent out their spaces, but this kind of thing is usually put on by the church.

The idea that Mary was a virgin predates Christianity having any sort of power. It’s more the influence of Greek philosophy (anti materialism)

This is your source.