Völva of The Wyrd

“Here’s how it worked: Fairy tales are transmitted through language, and the shoots and branches of the Indo-European language tree are well-defined, so the scientists could trace a tale’s history back up the tree—and thus back in time. If both Slavic languages and Celtic languages had a version of Jack and the Beanstalk (and the analysis revealed they might), for example, chances are the story can be traced back to the “last common ancestor.” That would be the Proto-Western-Indo-Europeans from whom both lineages split at least 6800 years ago. The approach mirrors how an evolutionary biologist might conclude that two species came from a common ancestor if their genes both contain the same mutation not found in other modern animals.” 

How do they control for stories that were borrowed, which almost certainly happened?

Unpopular opinion but literally not one person in the world should have their human rights violated

If one person's rights can be waved away, so can yours

yes, even those people.

nb the source of criminal defense attorneys getting a bad rep is always, always copaganda. same with the incredibly bullshit narrative of “if you didn’t do anything wrong then why do you need a lawyer?” the purpose of both these terrible stupid pro-cop arguments are to deny you your legal rights. 

The concept of transgender eggs is so funny like sometimes you meet a cis person that you’re 97% sure is going to realize they are trans in the next 5 years. But you can’t tell them because that would violate the prime directive.

im all for “minimum wage minimum effort” but some of y’all need to remember minimum does not equal none. fucking over your coworkers isnt sticking it to the man its just fucking over your coworkers

You gotta appreciate sometimes how tumblr works in such a way that everyone who wants to reblog this interesting or useful psychological advice is also forced to reblog the thing about werewolf fucking

will never forget when i worked in a fast food joint. some customer wrote like “86 cherries” on their mobile order, as like a pretentious way of say no cherries, but the store was run by a bunch of high schoolers who are working their first job so they collectively went “why the fuck does this guy want 86 fucking cherries” and like piled them onto his milkshake

This story was funny enough on its own but I’m in absolute hysterics over the dozens people in the notes who have never heard the term “86” in their life thinking it’s boomer slang and being like “I would’ve done the same thing” askfsakakad

When I worked at taco bell, there were hosts of things we couldn't code into the register, so we made up things folks wouldn't order. Like 'water without cheese' was a glass of ice, because we couldn't just say ice on the register but we had to enter something. And I distinctly remember someone coming through the drive through once and ordering something we had used as a code. We just stared at each other for a second. (I don't remember what, but it was the taco bell equiv of none pizza left beef). We had to send one of the drivethrough folks to babysit the order at each station so someone wouldn't default to the code instead of the actual order.

i spent $32 on this fucking bowl at the moma and at first i felt bad buying it bc it was so expensive but ive had a terrible day today and every time i look at my lil bowl im like :o) you know what. i can get through anything with this bowl by my side

Quite literally anything bought at the moma is valid, tbqh

"And those are the 27 erogenous zones on a woman's body."

so this woman is now a goddess. no take backs!

Reblogged from the source since someone deleted the text at the bottom.

this is so amazing

Not gonna lie this got me a bit emotional.

I’ve been thinking about this comic recently and suddenly it came up on my dash. It still hits me hard.

never share much here but this needs to be!

They show this comic to trainee teachers at my uni during the first ever lesson

you ever sit on a bus and suddenly get filled with an enormous tenderness towards everyone else on it

we are all just animals turning our heads towards each other and looking away when the other person catches our eye. sniffing the air when someone gets off the bus and leaves the scent of perfume behind. doing silly faces and making the baby who’s being held by her tired mother smile. smiling at the girl who’s got her hair cut short like yours, then you both looking back at your phones again, then randomly remembering her eyebrow piercing again in three years when you’re sitting on a different bus in a different city. we’re all planning on what kind of dinner we’re going to make once we get home and thinking of our dogs and looking at each others clothes and wondering what kind of lives the people around us live and then we thank the driver and get off the bus and never see each other again. but this is somehow a very sweet thought to me at the moment

I heard too many sounds at once and now I am a bitch

We're all one sensory overload away from becoming the strongest versions of ourselves

supervillain origin story: two conversations happened near me at the same time