What if we just vibes together like fish?

She has over 4 megajoules of energy.

This month people have been tearing Flock cameras off their poles. Perched above public streets, they are birdlike things, weatherproof, and they photograph every passing car and file it in a searchable national database. Somebody cut two of them in half at Washington Avenue and Westcott in Houston, spray-painted the wreckage, and left an American flag on one of them. Police were notified on the morning of the Fourth of July. Somebody severed a camera in Rutherfordton, North Carolina. The police department posted the photograph itself and collected more than twenty thousand comments. “Not all heroes wear capes.” “Give them a medal.” Here is what the cameras do when nobody cuts them down. Cops use them to hunt immigrants and to follow ICE targets across state lines and to find women who ended pregnancies in states where that is a crime and to watch exes and to watch women they want, without a warrant and without a judge. A cop types a reason in a box and the box does not check. A man in Burleson, Texas, told deputies his girlfriend had taken abortion pills. He showed them the photographs, the FedEx envelope, the instructions. Deputies opened a death investigation into a non-viable fetus, and the district attorney told them the state could not charge her, and they searched anyway: 83,345 cameras across 6,809 networks, a month of everywhere she had been. The reason they typed was had an abortion, search for female. The search reached Illinois and Washington, where what she did was legal. They found her in Dallas. She came into the sheriff’s office a week later, and they thought she had come to explain the fetus, and she had come to report that the man who called them had put a gun to her head. A sheriff in Jerome County, Idaho ran his wife’s plate more than seven hundred times in three months. He typed the same reason every time. Test. The attorney general found nothing to charge him with. He retired in April. The Institute for Justice counts at least twenty-two officers who used the system to track people they were romantically interested in, and calls that almost certainly an undercount. And the cameras keep falling.

And who helped me with that? Not people calling for some nebulous revolution. Not people telling me that the system was useless. Not people preaching at me to grow my own food. It was a church food bank partially funded by the state of Texas that some southern hippies donated a bunch of Whole Foods nonsense to.

And you know what? I’m sick and tired of defeatism. What can we get done right now, huh? Are you gonna accept something a bit better to help people right now or are you waiting for your perfect utopia to come to you?

Like, yeah she does a lot and shows a lot of support for the LGBT+ community but she isn’t just an ally, she’s part of that community.

I got a comment on a fic that is less than a year old and it was mostly an apology for being a comment on an "old fic" and how late they were in commenting.

Fandom is not trends.

Fandom is a cross between a library and having a slumber party with your friends.

While that's all I really know about snake penises, I do know a lot more about mammal penises if you care to listen!

Male cats (toms) have barbed penises! The barbs face backwards on the shaft (towards the body of the tom) because cats are promiscuous breeders (they breed with EVERYONE) the toms have developed the barbs as a method of ensuring that it is their seed that impregnates the female cat (queen) the barbs scrape the inside of the vagina and scrapes out any competitors seed! It also acts as a stimulant to the queen causing her to drop an egg!

Boars/pigs (and ducks funnily enough) have a corkscrew shaped penis tip/whole penis (the boars and pigs only have the corkscrew tip) the procine penis is shaped like this to fit in the corkscrew cervix of the female pig (sow) while for ducks the whole corkscrew unravels and ravels rapidly during mating like those pretty swirly ribbons people set up as garden decoration!

Female Hyenas (bitches. Yes that is the actual word for it) have a pseudo-penis which is basically just a super long clitoris!! Because of the funky shape, it makes forceful mating super difficult on the males meaning that its in their best interest for the females to be active and willing participants. This allows the females to be more in charge of choosing who to mate with, as well as them having a matriarchal social group! (Win for consent!) They also give birth through the super long tube which is very dangerous and often leads to complications.

Ram penises have little tails! At the tip of the penis there is a thin and delicate filiform that spins rapidly during ejaculation!

And while its not a fun fact about the penis itself, it is something I think about whenever the horse penis is brought up in conversation: often times horses are bred through artificial insemination, and the way they collect the seed from the stallions is to get them aroused by a mare and then stick their penis in what is essentially a horse sized fleshlight and let him have at it! There are people out there who's job is to guide a horse's erected penis into a giant fleshlight.

On the topic of horses, the penile sheath tends to get all sorts of gunk stuck in it so the owners have to clean it out by hand. And I do mean By Hand.

Zeirmakoonthus

Which translate literally as: (respectfully and crudely) it comes from behind of four walls

Or more accurately: (respectfully) shit of a built house

Zeir is a prefix that is used for addressing divinity and royalty hence the (respectfully)

Ma is the cruder way of say feces (mae)

Koonthus is four walls (koon pronounced "con" means built by hand aka walls, and thus pronounces "thoos" is the word for four)

The context of the word is that there was a human priest who had built a temple by hand and was telling a large group of the natives (who would mainly worship their divine where ever since their divinity could be found everywhere) that he had built them a set location for worshipping "because its what the divine wanted" but while he was talking about it, instead of saying Zeirrakoonthus or (respectfully) divine of a built house, he said Zeirmakoonthus. The people took his stumble and fucking ran with it so hard that generations later it's still a commonly used turn of phrase.

Though the actually meaning of it differs from brick shithouse. While the original is used to describe someone as having a very strong physique, Zeirmakoonthus is used to describe someone as being falsely nice (like a fully hand built structure just to hide shit.)

Next up someone is going to claim that the Narnia series isn't kids books.