i keep thinking about this image like I dont care how this happened, but how do you Get Out of this situation. you cant approach the dog to calm it down. you cant call it, it’ll come your way with a God Damned Flail, and if you wait for it to get tired every moment risks that greater disaster may ensue. do you just take the hit? or do you die like a coward?
Actually it’s been proven that our brain restricts our muscles unconsciously due to the fact that our muscles are powerful enough to rip themselves from our bones by tearing ligaments and the like if they ever contracted at full strength. Sources I’ve seen say roughly only a third of your true muscle strength is usable at any one time no matter how hard you exert yourself.
There have been reports of women lifting cars to save children and people lifting half-ton chunks of rock (it was only an inch or two in the report I saw, but it freed him from being tumbled off of a rock face by letting it slide over him while he lifted).
The human body is more amazing than most people have come to learn yet.
Well this was shockingly enlightening.
Its the exact reason why we don’t break our own fingers in half or bite our tongues off.
the ideas “the stigma against menstruation is rooted in misogyny” and “not all women experience menstruation and not all people who menstruate are women” can coexist, and the same idea applies to most health and body related feminist issues
i feel like there’s a contemporary version of that “i’m a nonthreatening male feminist add me on skype!” picture except for dweebs who run discourse blogs on here
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
