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Every time I see muse I think about my friend who did artwork with period blood. And my other friend worked with mixed media and cut herself on a shard of glass she was adding to a canvas, and then had drops of blood all over that part of the canvas. She ment to add fake blood anyways (and she did on top of it). And like dude you can steal women's menstrual cups and use that blood. Or like out of date donated blood. Or animal's blood. No need to kill people. Talk about an overkill

קבעו לי מבחן במתמטיקה על פורים. על היום של התחפושות והעדלאידע וכל זה. בשישי! אין לי בכלל בית ספר בשישי! אם אתם רואים בעיתון שמורה למתמטיקה נרצחה, אתם לא יודעים כלום

i love john brosio paintings bc theyll be an absolute gut punch that forces you to consider your own morality like two earthlings and they will also be Big Crab

In Israel, both men and women need to do military service, but the men's service is longer. If you change your gender legally, you serve more/less, have to dress like your gender (there are different hair and clothes requirements for men and women)

Finland has mandatory military service for all able-bodied men. The summons come to every man on the year they turn 18, and your service status is visible on your government records - whether you've done your service, are yet to be summoned, or deemed excempt from service and for what reasons. Even if you're blind, deaf, in a wheelchair and cognitively impaired, you still need to show up for the evaluation, though ideally you'll already have a doctor's note for the occasion that basically just says "I mean just fucking look at this guy", and the military doctor will look at you and go "yeah" and sign you off as unfit for service for the time being.

And if you get your legal gender changed, your military status updates accordingly. When I got my gender marker changed to male in my late 20s, I automatically showed up in the government systems as an adult male who has not done military service yet, and I got summons the same year. However, back then being transgender was a diagnosis that you need a doctor's evaluation on, and being trans was one of those medical conditions that give you the option to opt out of service - in the "you can go if you think you can handle it" way, but you have no obligation to volunteer. So I didn't.

I met a friend recently who mentioned that he's going to wait a few years yet before getting his gender legally changed, so he can age out of the conscription system and avoid summons altogether. I said that I was released from service due to trans diagnosis, and asked if he can't do so as well. He said no - the law has been changed since I transitioned, and now that you no longer require a medical diagnosis to be trans, it is also not a diagnosis that'd make you excempt from the military.

So the finnish government basically just said "if you're a grown man with nothing wrong with you, then you're a grown man with nothing wrong with you. Now grab this fucking gun and do your duty for fatherland."

I kinda complained in my last few posts but tbh I REALLY enjoyed eps 1-6. Obviously it ain't perfect but it is good. I do recommend it

daredevil born again is a fantastic series if you have no one complaining about anything in your ear

I'm using the fact aromanticism is trending to ask: elder aros, how do you know? I don't know if I have a crush on someone or I just love them very intensely in a platonic way

קניידלך זה מעולה אבל החלק הכי טעים במרק בפסח זה פשוט לשבור מצה למרק

אני אוכלת מציה לארוחת בוקר כל יום בפסח ועד גמר המצות. מציה זה הכי אחי

עוגת מצות זה גרוע. עדיף מצה עם שוקולד.

I was in an archeological dig from 12,000 years ago in one of the hottest places I have ever been in. The ground was so bright you couldn't look anywhere without blinding yourself. You would get heatstroke in the blink of an eye. The archeologists on site told me that 12,000 years ago, this place had snow. SNOW! I couldn't even imagine that, but the climate had changes since then.

starting an elite paramilitary black ops group who sneak into the homes of authors and cut one to three zeroes off any number of years given in a fantasy or sci-fi novel

You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”

I guess I thought you like theater that's why I asked lol

Love theater, but I'm not a theater girl. Tried acting/singing in a musical, hate the acting part. I do love going to the theater and seeing shows and plays. Saw a really good one lately - תיכון מגשימים. Really recommend it