yaboku
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If you look at the ingredients list and it’s a bunch of words you don’t even know… neither does your body (x)
eyrecura
intj-confessions
Just like if you break apples and grapefruit down into their chemical components, I’m willing to bet that most people wouldn’t recognize the “ingredients” either. It’s a bunch of words you don’t even know:
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Don’t use these scare tactics - Chemicals aren’t inherently bad. Literally everything is made up chemicals. Trust me, your body knows what niacin is. It knows how to digest fructose and calcium sulfate. Even if you only consume the most basic and “real” foods that are pulled directly off the vine, you’re still ingesting a series of chemical compounds that you probably can’t pronounce. That’s okay.
“If you can’t pronounce it, it’s bad for you” is literally the worst pseudo-scientific scaremongering bullshit tactic. I hate it so much.
I’m pretty sure you can pronounce “arsenic”, but that doesn’t change the fact that arsenic is highly toxic. On the other hand, you couldn’t pronounce “cycloadenosine monophosphate” or “nicotine-amide-dinucleotide-phosphate”, though both of them serve vital roles in human biochemistry and you would die if your body wouldn’t produce them.
Cyanide: Easy to pronounce, very bad for you.
Eicosapentaenoic acid: Difficult to pronounce, very good for you.
It’s more important to know what the chemicals are and why they’re in there. Anti-intellectualism helps no one.
eyrecura
intj-confessions
a baby can be born right now at 12:00, on a wednesday, august 24 in new jersey while another baby is also born in the exact same moment but they are born 9:00, on a tuesday, august 23 in california, these babies that are born at the same moment are technically because of time zones, a concept that we created ourselves, born “hours” apart even though really they are born at the same moment just not the same “time”, one will be considered older even though in actuality they are the same
Wtf
This post is not for the simple minded
yaboybokuto
girlsf0rgirls
- Steve: I would die for you.
- Steve: Platonically.
- Bucky: I would kill for you.
- Bucky: Platonically.
- Natasha: What is this? Flirting?
- Sam: You get used to it.
amayas-scar
thanotaphobia
alteanprongs asked:
FIRST OF ALL; You're the only blog I have notifications on for just so I can get fuckign witches updates as they're posted and AAAAA DATE NIGHT AND THE COTTAGE AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Second; STARGAZING ON THE OBSERVATION DECK FOR CUTE KLANCE PROMPTS OMG
AAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THE ENTHUSIASM THANK YOU IM SO HONORED
hehehe ;) gotcha
“Can’t sleep?” Lance asked, leaning against the doorway to the observation deck.
“…no.” Keith answered, not looking at him. Lance quietly went and sat by him, a foot or so from his side.
“Me neither.” He said honestly, leaning back with his hands under his head. They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the stars go past when Lance sighed.
“I miss our constellations.” He said, quiet as he could. Keith looked over, finally, eyes half closed.
“Me too.”
“I miss the bears, and the Big Dipper, and Orion, and the lion, and…” Lance kept naming constellations, focusing on the stars. He jumped a little when Keith inserted himself right under his arm.
“…uh, dude?” He asked, but Keith just snuggled closer.
“Keep talking.” Keith whispered, and Lance shivered, then kept talking. He told the stories about the stars, all he could remember, and when he forgot, he made them up.
He ran out of stars, and went silent.
“Let’s make up out own.” Keith said after a few minutes of quiet. Lance nodded, eyes flicking through the sparkling lights above.
“There.” Lance pointed. “A lion. It’s Blue. And…..over there. It’s Red.” Keith followed his finger and nodded.
“What are they doing?” Keith asked, voice breathy and Lance tried to focus.
“Not…not fighting.” He whispered. “They fight too much. They’re…playing. They’re having fun. They’re being immature and having fun but it’s ok.” Lance trailed off, looking down at Keith, who was staring at him with huge, huge eyes.
“…yea?” Keith asked, leaning up a little.
“…and…they’re, getting along…really well.” Lance muttered, leaning down to meet him halfway.
thanotaphobia
Anonymous asked:
Lance picking out clothes for keith bcuz he dresses like an emo amd keith is dying cuz lance keeps grabbing short shorts and croptops
OMG HAHAHHAH THIS IS SO LANCE
A frustrated sigh. “No, Lance. No.”
“Baaaaabe it’s so cute though, look!” Lance held up the crop top and Keith rolled his eyes.
“No. Nope. Not happening.” Lance grinned and Keith swore. “Don’t you dar-” He was cut off screaming when Lance tackled him, and furiously tried to throw him off as Lance wrestled to get the shirt on him.
Disgruntled, he stood up and looked in the mirror, frowning.
“No.” Keith said, groaning when Lance wrapped his arms around his waist.
“I think it shows off some fine muscles of yours, Keith.” Lance said, grinning. Keith’s face went red and she shoved at him.
“Off.” Lance grinned and held up a pair of shorts.
“Oh, hell no.”
“They’ll look good I promise!!!! They’ll show off your assets.” Lance said, winking.
“Lance get the fuck off me-” Keith wrestled with Lance as the shorts were thrown around.
They showed off his assets very nicely, apparently.
ruinedchildhood