The Human Memory Is So Weird.

Hey since science side of tumblr explained this can I get science side of tumblr to explain my vision

So I made this:

So like if I shut one of my eyes I see everything either in cooler or warmer colors and this is my best approximation, it's weird as hell and nobody can explain it to me (but I mean I haven't gone to a vision-color-eye-expert-person) and I'm not colorblind or anything I've checked

So science side of tumblr help please?

The human memory is so weird.

Example: every single time I smell a bar of dove soap, I think of this one kid I used to go to school with. Now, I can't tell you his age. I can't tell you his favorite color. I can hardly tell you his first name.

But I remember that he always smelled like dove soap.

No matter what. It's like he carried dove soap around in his pockets. Just plain old dove white soap. And it was so strong but not overpowering— like, it wasn't a dove deodorant or something, it was like straight-up smelling a bar of dove soap whenever you were near him.

So now every time I smell dove soap he pops into my mind.

Why?

I can hardly remember my tumblr password sometimes, I forgot my own age a bit ago and had to use a calculator to figure it out. But no matter what, I remember this kid from fifth grade always smelled like dove soap.

Science side of tumblr please explain

Folks, friends, y’all…. esk*mo is a slur. I understand a lot of people don’t know that, I don’t want to be a dick about it, but I’ve been seeing it in fics. Wanna write “esk*mo kisses”? Just say “nuzzled noses” or something.

I’m not here to call anybody out, it’s been in multiple fics, I’m not vague posting. This is just a psa. 👍🏻

If anyone's wondering what they're eating—

Roman: Toaster waffles

Janus: He just unhinged his jaw (traumatizing Roman and Patton) and had a few whole raw eggs before leaving to not eat for a few weeks

Remus: Raw oats (just throwing back handfuls and sometimes not even chewing them, Patton is very concerned)

Patton: Cereal

Logan: Oatmeal (he offered to make Remus some out of politeness but he wasn't interested)

Virgil: Dry toast

(I feel it's important to emphasize that everyone is sitting at the table, even Remus, except Virgil, who is sitting on top of the fridge, munching on plain toast)

(Virgil's shooting Janus infuriatingly smug looks because whenever he tries to get on the fridge in the dark side, Janus swats him down with a broom, but he can't do that now haha take that Receipt)

Sides: *eating breakfast together*

School bus: *drives past*

Remus: *sees that it's empty*

Remus: This bus empty,

Remus, miming jerking a steering wheel to the side: SKEET

Remus: *continues eating breakfast*

Patton, the only one not used to this: ???

Roman, sagely: Treat bugs as you wish to be treated.

Patton: Killed without hesitation.

Roman: NO— Do you need to talk?

Patton, voice breaking: Yeah that'd be nice

requested by matt-w-blogging

Remus: I always thought young, good-looking, nice teachers were made up for fiction plots

Roman: And...?

Remus: Then I met this one teacher at my school, and I don't know, there's something about him. Handsome, button-down, glasses, dark, kinda curly hair, tall and lean, did a flammability lab where we got to light shit on fire—

Logan, handsome, button-down, glasses, dark, kinda curly hair, tall and lean, loves to light shit on fire with Remus: *speechless*

Roman, when Remus leaves: He's... He's friendzoning you so hard... He's projecting his attraction to you on someone who's like you...

Logan: I have to go. I'm going to smash something with a bat.

Sometimes I fuck myself up thinking about how on the DSMP Technoblade became Ranboo's sensei, and then became (jokingly) distraught because the sensei always dies, and how in real life Ranboo wears the crown because viewers said they sounded like Techno and they said "if the crown fits, wear it" and then the two became friends, with Techno being an experienced streamer/youtuber and Ranboo being extremely new

And then, y'know

The sensei always dies

When I was like eight years old I overheard my mother and aunt talking about how apparently if you don't learn to wiggle your ears as a kid, you'll never be able to, and that they wished they could wiggle their ears

And little 8-year-old me went "oh man, I better learn to wiggle my ears now so I don't regret it later!"

Anyway I can now and I have never once gone "boy, good thing I can wiggle my ears"

@thatsthat24 If you're looking for name ideas I strongly recommend Linguini

Can you imagine the absolute chaos if Thomas confirmed Sleep's name and it wasn't Remy

Me, years ago: If I want to be a Proper Trans Boy and be Respected By People then I must always be masculine and not wear dresses, or skirts, or makeup, or paint my nails—

The Internet:

So may I introduce to you,

The life-changing concepts of,

Toxic Masculinity

and

Femboys

Me, crying in joy, painting my nails, curling my eyelashes, wearing a dress because it is Too Damn Hot for shorts, self-esteem skyrocketing: Yeah go ahead