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riseoftheguardian:

Megara. My friends call me Meg. At least they would if I had any friends. So, did they give you a name along with all those rippling pectorals?

I have always been here for Meg.

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unseelieangel:

if you’re ever really sad you should probably go look at cake wrecks. your life won’t improve or anything but you’ll probably be too busy trying to decide why the word “ultrasound” is suddenly so funny to you to remember why you were sad, at least for a little while

I will never, ever, not love cake wrecks. Every year I secretly hope someone will get me a wrecked cake for my birthday. 

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I love it when you talk medical to me 😍

You only like when I say lactic acid because it reminds you of lactation which reminds you of sweet, sweet boobs.

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padumb:



THIS IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME

padumb:

THIS IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME

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Did you know that rigor mortis occurs because your body continues to produce lactic acid after death but is no longer taking in oxygen required to produce ATP and complete the cycle that releases the coupling between myosin and actin? Essentially, your body doesn’t know it’s dead yet. It finally starts to catch on around 24 hours after death, though, as the stiffness then begins to dissipate. Isn’t that sad? It takes a whole fucking day for your body to be like “FINE I GET IT” and relax after shaking loose the mortal coil.

Anyway, have a good night!

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amaditalks:

buffy-sainte-marie:

Buffy breast feeds Cody on Sesame Street (x)

This was 1976. Big Bird understood and was wholly accepting and empathetic toward Buffy breastfeeding in public, and Big Bird is meant to be the equivalent of a preschool aged child, but every single day on social media, adults exclaim disgust toward breastfeeding in public and misogyny at the parents who do so. People, you’re less evolved than
Big Bird was 38 years ago. Grow the hell up.

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I saw the office manager of the birth center where P was born tonight. She’s the one who trawls garage sales for Ninja Turtles for Poppy. She asked me if I would be able to come in and help with some filing since my schedule is changing and I will only be working at Manchester in the evenings starting next week. Of course I said yes. I could use the money, and the birth center holds a lot of really great memories for me. It occurs to me now, though, that I’ve only ever worked for women. I’ve never had a dude boss. As I become more and more of a scientist, though, I have to come to terms with the fact that I will almost definitely have a male boss once I find my first “grown up” job. Science is still very much a boys’ club. I have no illusions otherwise. But maybe by having a dude boss in the future, I could someday be someone’s lady boss. 

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"Wadies and jungle men!"

"Wadies and jungle men!"