When people call you a “snowflake” just remember they’re quoting Fight Club, a satire written by a gay man about how male fragility causes men to destroy themselves, resent society, and become radicalized, and that Tyler Durden isn’t the hero but a personification of the main character’s mental illness, and that his “snowflake” speech is a dig at how fascists use dehumanizing language to breed loyalty from insecure people.
So basically people who say “snowflake” as an insult are quoting a domestic terrorist who blows up skyscrapers because he’s insecure about how good he is in bed.
you think this is on of my shitposts, but when bone material first evolved in organisms about 1.5 billion years ago, it was in the form of exoskeletons/shells. they served as protective shields. you know, like with turtles, or sea urchin spines.
exoskeletons helped protect the softer anatomy, but also restricted movement and surface sensory organs. eventually bones evolved to be inside the body instead of outside. this had a lot of benefits, and led to the evolution of vertebrates.
a neat fact is all this started when violent tectonic plate movements deposited huge amounts of minerals (including calcium) into the ocean (where life was based). this allowed organisms to develop hard body parts, such as shells or spines.
earthquakes caused bones and i think that’s nifty!
people complaining about the lack of content in fandoms lately: maybe if y'all didn’t steal and repost other people’s hard work and actually showed your appreciation for it by liking it, commenting on it, reblogging it, etc, and/or didn’t spend all your time harassing people who like things you don’t like, or like things differently than you, fanartists and writers would feel like producing more work?
This is what happens when you try to push adults out of fandoms. You stop getting content
I miss the 2000s because there were so many fashion trends and moments when it was encouraged to look like a hot-ass mess. The Instagram age is this weird era of control and perfection and “eyebrows on fleek” blah blah like I miss when everyone walked around with last night’s eyeliner still on while wearing 25 stupid accessories at once dressed like you slept in trash or whatever.
