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probably i just said it but i want to say it again:
- don’t apologise if you don’t know english.
- yes, english is the most common language on the internet but you are not forced to know it perfectly.
- your own language is beautiful.
- non-english people make a huge effort to write in English everyday on this website.
- support non-english people and don’t make them feel bad if they do not know English.
- actually support all the languages.
- spread more language diversity on Tumblr.
thank you.
Probabilmente l’ho già detto, ma voglio ribadirlo:
- non scusarti se non conosci l’inglese
- è vero, l’inglese è la lingua più comune su internet, ma non sei obbligato/a a conoscerlo perfettamente
- la tua lingua è bella
- i non anglofoni si sforzano molto ogni giorno a scrivere in inglese su questo sito
- sostieni i non anglofoni e non scoraggiarli se non conoscono l’inglese
- sostieni tutte le lingue
- sostieni la diversità linguistica su Tumblr
Grazie.
Wahrscheinlich habe ich es schon gesagt, aber ich sage es nochmal:
- Entschuldige dich nicht, wenn du kein Englisch kannst.
- Ja, Englisch ist vielleicht die am meisten gesprochene Sprache im Internet, aber du bist nicht dazu gezwungen, es perfekt zu sprechen.
- Deine Muttersprache ist wertvoll
- Leute, deren Muttersprache nicht Englisch ist, geben sich jeden Tag die größte Mühe, auf dieser Webseite Englisch zu benutzen
- Unterstützt Leute, deren Muttersprache nicht Englisch ist, und macht euch nicht über sie lustig, wenn sie kein Englisch sprechen.
- Unterstützt alle Sprachen
- Setzt euch für mehr Sprachenvielfalt auf Tumblr ein
Danke. :)
- ne vous excusez pas si vous ne connaissez pas l'anglais. - oui, l'anglais est la langue la plus utilisée sur Internet mais vous n'êtes pas obligé de la connaître parfaitement.
- vos langue maternelle est belle.
- les non-anglophones font un effort énorme pour écrire en anglais tous les jours sur ce site.
- soutenez les non-anglophones et ne leur faites pas sentir mal s’ils ne connaissent pas l’anglais.
- supporte toutes les langues.
- Parlez de plus de diversité linguistique sur Tumblr.
merci :)
Ik heb het waarschijnlijk al eerder gezegd maar ik wil het
nogmaals zeggen:
- Zeg geen sorry als je geen Engels spreekt.
- Ja, Engels is de meest gebruikte taal op het
internet maar je hoeft het niet perfect te kennen.
- Jou eigen taal is prachtig.
- Niet-Engelstalige mensen doen enorm hun best om
elke dag Engels te schrijven op deze site.
- Moedig niet-Engelstalige mensen aan en geef hen
geen slecht gevoel over het feit dat ze geen Engels spreken.
- Eigenlijk, moedig alle talen aan.
- Verspreid meer diversiteit in talen op Tumblr!
Dank je wel.
Probablemente ya lo haya dicho, pero quiero volver a decirlo.
- No te disculpes si no sabes inglés.
- Es verdad que el inglés es el idioma más hablado en internet, pero no estás obligado a hablarlo perfectamente.
- Tu idioma nativo es hermoso.
- La gente que no habla inglés como idioma nativo hace un gran esfuerzo para hablarlo todos los días en esta página web.
- Apoya a la gente que no sepa hablar inglés y no les hagas sentir mal si no saben hablarlo a la perfección.
- Apoya todos los idiomas.
- Apoya la diversidad lingüistica en Tumblr.
Muchas gracias.
也许我刚刚说过，但是我想再说一遍：
- 你不需要为不懂英语道歉
- 是的，英语是互联网上最普遍使用的语言，但是你不必毫无差错地了解它
- 你自己的语言是美丽的
- 非英语人士每天都在这个网站上很努力地写作
- 支持非英语人士，如果他们不懂英语，不要让他们为难
- 实际上，支持所有语言
- 在汤不热上传播语言多样性
谢谢
я это по-моему уже сказал ну я хочу сказать опять:
- не извиняйтесь если вы не понимаете английский язык.
- да, английский самый популярный язык на интернете, но вам не надо её знать отлично.
- ваш собственный язык прекрасный.
- люди которые не разговаривают по английскому языку сильно пробуют писать по ему здесь каждый день.
- поддерживаете других, и не оскорбляйте их если они не умеют разговаривать по английскиму.
- на самом деле, поддерживаете все языка
- позвольте большему количеству языков существовать на этом сайте.
благодарю. 💖
(извините за грамматические ошибки; русский не мой основной язык)
Jag har antagligen sagt det men jag vill säga det igen:
- be inte om ursäkt om du inte kan engelska.
- ja, engelska är det vanligaste språket på internet men du är inte tvungen att kunna det perfekt.
- ditt eget språk är vackert.
- icke-engelspråkiga personer gör en stor ansträngning varje dag för att skriva på engelska på den här sajten.
- stöd icke-engelspråkiga personer och behandla dem inte nedlåtande om de inte kan engelska.
- faktum är att du bör stödja all språk
- försök sprida mer språk-variation på Tumblr
Tack.
Вероятно го казах, но искам да го кажа отново:
- Не се извинявайте, ако не знаете английски.
- Да, английският е най-често срещаният език в интернет, но не сте длъжни да го знаете перфектно.
- Вашият собствен език е красив.
- Хората, които не говорят английски като роден език, влагат огромни усилия да пишат на английски всеки ден на този уебсайт.
- Подкрепяйте не-англоговорящите хора и не ги карайте да се чувстват зле, ако не знаят английски.
- Всъщност, подкрепяйте всички езици.
- Разпространете разнообразието на повече езици в Tumblr.
Благодаря!💕
prawdopodobnie już to powiedziałem, ale wspomnę raz jeszcze:
- nie przepraszaj, jeśli nie znasz angielskiego
- tak, angielski to najbardziej rozpowszechniony język w internecie, ale nie zmusza cię to do znania go perfekcyjnie
- twój własny język jest piękny
- osoby, których językiem ojczystym nie jest angielski, podejmują ogromny wysiłek, pisząc w języku angielskim na tej stronie
- wspieraj osoby, których językiem ojczystym nie jest angielski i nie sprawiaj, że czują się gorzej jeśli go nie znają
- wlasciwie, wspieraj wszystkie języki
- rozpowszechniaj różnorodność językową na tumblrze!
dziękuję
I’m going to use “official language” for this, anyone who knows Finnish knows that spoken and written are completely different
Varmaan jo sanoin tämän, mutta haluan sanoa uudelleen
- Älä pyydä anteeksi ettet osaa englantia
- totta, englanti on internetin yleisin kieli mutta sinun ei ole pakko osata sitä täydellisesti
- Oma kielesi on kaunis
- ei-englanninkieliset ihmiset tekevät suuren teon joka päivä kirjoittamalla englanniksi tälle nettisivulle
- tue ei-englanninkielisiä ihmisiä äläkä loukkaa heitä, jos he eivät osaa englantia
people talk all the time about “primal instincts” and it’s usually about violence or sexual temptations or something, but your humanity comes with a lot of different stuff that we do without really thinking about, that we do without being told to or prompted to
your average human comes pre-installed with instincts to:
Befriend
Tell story
Make Thing
Investigate
Share knowledge
Laugh
Sing
Dance
Empathize with
Create
we are chalk full of survival instincts that revolve around connecting to others (dog-shaped others, robot-shaped, sometimes even plant-shaped) and making things with our hands
your primal instincts are not bathed in blood- they are layered in people telling stories to each other around a fire over and over and putting devices together through trial and error over and over and reaching for someone and something every moment of the way
~“Your primal instincts are not bathed in blood.”
My god this is beautiful. Such a refreshing change of pace to the constant glorification of instinctual human violence.
IT’S 100% FUCKING ILLOGICAL TO EXPECT MEN TO HAVE THIS RIPPED SIX-PACK ABS AND BE SKINNY AND HAVE PERFECT SKIN AND FACIAL COMPLEXION! MEN ALSO EXPERIENCE BEING UNCOMFORTABLE WITH OUR BODIES ALL. THE. FUCKING. TIME.
I’m bringing back the REAL post. For those of you who care enough about how body image issues effect BOTH MEN AND WOMEN and how ignoring men with eating disorders or who have depression or deep insecurities because of their body image is not just ignorant, but it’s horribly insulting. Making fun of this post means you are telling men who feel degraded that they should feel bad about themselves and that they don’t mean anything. For everyone who reblogged the posts that made fun of this original post, shame on you. I’m very disappointed. Please share the original because this is an important issue.
Also raised to my attention is I neglected to add people of color to this post, I am sorry for my negligence so I shall add bonus images here of unrealistic expectations for men of every race, I chose Men’s Health Magazine because it’s extremely popular in telling men how to look:
No, guys, you don’t understand. I just got so relieved seeing this original post again that I nearly cried.
Bless the blog that brought the original back!
Here’s the original post without some of you asshats changing the pictures
This is actually the VERY FIRST TIME I’ve seen the original post, which goes to show how quickly people turned it into a joke. I confess that I did laugh at some of the absurd replacement images in the other versions, and I feel guilty for that now because I, like many, was missing an extremely important message.
To all of my male followers who struggle with self-esteem: I support you too. Even though I’m really quiet and have a bad habit of going weeks or months without posting, I WILL be there for you if you come to me wanting to talk or just vent. That’s a promise.
Another thing to note that in all, ALL, of those pictures the men are actively flexing. And often such defenition for shoots is exaggerated by dehydration, airbrushing and photoshopping. That chiseled look isn’t a look you can acheive at rest without literal implants. Here are 2 examples of flexed vs relaxed:
And you know what? Dollars to doughnuts none of the above muscular looking guys are as strong as these men:
These are strongmen. These are the bodies of men that train for strength, not defenition. These guys can practically lift cars and drag trains.
So men of the world that get depressed about not looking like you just stepped off a magazine cover, relax. You don’t have to look like that. You are handsome, beautiful and fantastic the way you are.
To all my beautiful boys <3 Please read and heed. You’re amazing, and you don’t have to look any particular way. This goes for transboys too. You’re handsome no matter what!!!
This is so important!! Like my dad looks fat but he’s mostly super strong
its posts like this that make me wanna keep on living and still feel a little good about myself
6 pack abs are out, viking/barbarian bodies are in
Guys, you’re beautiful or handsome, whichever you prefer no matter how you look and I’m so sorry that anyone ever told you or made you think that you weren’t.
GOOD POSITIVITY POST. YOUR BODIES ARE ALL AMAZING AND VALID BOYS
To say the Panama Papers accomplished nothing is an insult to Daphne Galizia’s memory. Her work, and the work of the hundreds of other journalists who contributed to the Papers, changed the world.
Disinformation like this is designed to discourage you, to make you feel you’re powerless against the monsters of the world. They want you to feel that way, because they are terrified of your power to make change.
Take your power back. Demand better. Keep fighting for a better world, because a better world is possible.
“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time.
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”
She protects her family.
Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!
I know the whole “humans are weird and scary” thing as a sci fi concept has been rendered kind of cutesy and outre recently but like humans are absolutely the creepiest fuckers on this planet and I WILL die on this hill, doubtless pursued tirelessly by dozens of freakishly vertical ape creatures with unprecedented levels of thermoregulation, possibly accompanied by other animals that they have somehow formed bizarre social bonds with. Oh my god humans are the worst
Other Terrible things about humans!
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Human cells are outnumbered by thier gut flora by several degrees of magnitude, and it’s suspected that the bacteria play a significant role in their psychology!
Nearly every human is capable of swimming short distances in an emergency, and many do it for fun or as thier primary means of foraging. This is weird for something that was an Arboreal Primate not that long ago.
Having already conquered all terrestrial ecosystems and several aquatic ones, humans are currently working on aerial envoirns and fucking space. The Ultimate Invasive Species.
the favorite food of many humans is the fermented lactations of other animals. Other humans find this substance totally undigestible.
One of the first foods humans invented on purpose was a mild toxin ingested for recreational purposes! It is an important part of many human religions.
‘Race and racism is a reality that so many of us grow up learning to just deal with. But if we ever hope to move past it, it can’t just be on people of color to deal with it. It’s up to all of us – Black, white, everyone – no matter how well-meaning we think we might be, to do the honest, uncomfortable work of rooting it out. It starts with self-examination and listening to those whose lives are different from our own. It ends with justice, compassion, and empathy that manifests in our lives and on our streets.’ — Michelle Obama
It has been literal years but every time I see Martin’s tweets posted somewhere and his word is shared as truth while her post is not shared it sort of reiterates the fact that we trust men to speak about feminism more than we believe women who experience it.
Reading her account of how their boss treated her blows me away. Men are so emboldened that they will literally admit to illegal discrimination casually and face no consequences.
In all the years of seeing this post I’ve never seen a link to her side. Didn’t even know she’d written one.
Adding screenshots of her post. His whole post is there without needing a link. Hers should be, too.
Also, she posted this is 2017! It’s fucking 2020 and I’ve seen his side of this for years, but it took 3 years for her side to make its way to my dash…
I’ve reblogged his story at least twice; it’s time for Nicole’s.
