As Far As I'm Concerned, All Math Is Girl Math. Knowing The Ways To Make Numbers Reveal Their Secrets

honestly forget all the time that joan of arc is a saint and that people like her catholicly instead of lesbianly or transgenderly or both

Omg that’s beautiful

greek tragedy

nicotine addicted Jim Gordon, yes, but imagine him ripping a bright pink vape at a crime scene instead of cigarettes and blowing the most obnoxious, cotton candy-flavored cloud into the air while he’s working the case.

Batman: “What do we know about the victim?”

Jim Gordon, hitting his vape so hard everyone within ten feet feels their eyes water: “…cause of death was asphyxiation.”

Batman: “you don’t say.”

IN MY HUMBLE OPINION the most underrated song from each TØP album

Twenty One Pilots - Johnny Boy

Vessel - Trees

Blurryface - Hometown

Trench - Legend

Scaled and Icy - No Chances

Clancy - Snap Back

I didn’t miss that social cue I just thought it was stupid 

What’d I tell ya

I keep getting Taimi ads about “hot gay guys in your area!” My brother in Christ, I am a lesbian. I am the wrong flavor of gay for these ads. And ironically enough I already met my girlfriend through your app

My grandpa still has a bunch of trees from his dad’s apple orchard, and my cousins and I used to go out and pick apples every time we visited in the fall. I would love to learn how to take care of fruit trees but I’m so bad with plants

Tom Brown, a 79-year-old from Clemmons, North Carolina, has spent over 20 years of his retirement tracking down rare, nearly extinct apple varieties that once flourished across Appalachia. Driven by his passion for rediscovering these heirlooms, Brown has revived more than 1,200 unique apple types with whimsical names like Brushy Mountain Limbertwig, Mule Face, and Tucker’s Everbearing.

His journey began in 1998 after encountering heritage apples at a farmers’ market, inspiring him to search for “lost” apples that hadn’t been tasted in over a century. Stretching across the Appalachian region—from southern New York to northern Alabama—Brown scours old maps, orchard catalogs, and historical records, often driving hours and knocking on doors to find forgotten orchards or lone trees tucked in remote areas.

When he finds a lost variety, Brown grafts clippings onto trees in his own orchard, where he cultivates and sells them for just $15 to encourage others to create “mini preservation orchards.” Despite the challenge of aging trees and a dwindling population of local knowledge keepers, Brown remains determined, calling the work both fun and fulfilling.

“It’s a thrill to rediscover them,” he says. “I’m happy as a lark.” Brown’s mission not only preserves these apples but also honors the heritage of the region, where generations of families once prided themselves on cultivating unique varieties in their backyards.

in this house we do NOT tolerate Scaled and Icy slander

If anyone’s looking for new music you should check out PawPaw Rod, these are a few of my favorite songs of his