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Our kid used the "milk" sign for any and every liquid, including Lake Huron. We went to Mackinac when they were a toddler, they looked over the edge of the ferry and got so hyped up yelling "wa-juice! Wa-juice!" (Everything was either water or juice at this point in their life) and signing about it. Didn't know what to make of the waves.

My friend's baby also learned some simplified baby AUSLAN and he would sign GIVE at whatever he wanted. Your lunch. Passing birds. The book he just handed you. Just at you, when he wanted attention. The time he demanded *the wind* was perplexing.

I used to have a baby in my class who, any time we had a car go by the classroom window, would watch it go by and then look at me expectantly and start signing "more? more? more?" and pointing at the window. It was adorable, and sweet that he thought I was that powerful, but unfortunately I couldn't make more cars go by for him.

Why does no one talk about the fact that babies can communicate way earlier than when their mouth is developed enough to speak? I didn't even know this was possible! This sounds like accessing a consciousness before the release date. Listening to the thoughts of a brain that's not done cooking yet. Now you can watch how a human brain interprets the environment even earlier in its life, through the eyes of even more underdeveloped senses. Fascinating.

Using this as a spell to keep tumblr alive at least until this post is accurate

Look, if the new magic didn't have a personality construct that kept trying to tell me which spells to use, maybe I wouldn't still be using the old magic.

Yes it had a deep blood cost, but at least it was a one time sacrifice and not this monthly bloodletting nonsense new age magic has

I love how some fics are called shit like "They Only Shoot The Birds Who Cannot Sing" and it's like the most insane porn you're ever read and then some fics are called Spit On Me and it's 18,000 words of the most achingly id-scratching prose you've ever read and they're both. They're both so fucking good. thank God for fanfiction.

first rule of storing tupperware is have fun and be yourself. second suggestion is slam the cabinet door quickly and don’t worry ‘bout it.

Just finished rereading Project Hail Mary again and it’s really interesting that Stratt is not a scientist. She’s an administrator, a politician, a leader. Not a scientist. She’s surrounded by some of the smartest people in the world, and they’re speaking in very science-y terms, and she has no idea what is going on. So what does she do? She turns to Grace and asks him to explain it to her. And he does, he explains the very complicated stuff in a way she, a non-scientist, can understand, because he’s a teacher. That’s what he does. It works very well from a narrative perspective because you, the reader, also don’t know what all this stuff means, so Grace explaining it to Stratt also explains it to you. But I also think maybe this is part of the reason Grace became so important to Project Hail Mary, why Stratt dragged him around everywhere- and she really does take him everywhere with her- not in spite of the fact that he’s a junior high school teacher, but because of it. 

Faux leather was the worst thing ever created

Lets take a material that can last decades with the right treatment and care and fucking replicate it with the most dogshit ugly flimsiest animal extinction microplastics smells bad unsexual rips in four days garbage disgusting saran wrap we can think of. Ostensibly for vegans.

tu LANCES félicette ? tu lances son corps comme la fusée ? oh ! oh ! prison pour les scientifiques ! prison pour les scientifiques pendant Un Mille Ans !