A Guy In An Entomology Group I'm In Got A Confirmed Brown Recluse Bite Because He Felt Something Tickle

MLB has been rubbing secret, special mud on all the baseballs for the last 80 years to give them good grip and they just figured out why it works so well.

One guy collects the special mud from his family's fishing hole. This is the most baseball thing in the world.

not right now babe im busy thinking about how ill die before learning all the languages i want to learn and reading all the books i want to read and consuming all the media i want to consume and going all the places i want to go and meeting all the people i want to meet and loving all the things i want and am meant to love, but maybe that forces me to enjoy the fleeting time i have left in a manner that would've been otherwise impossible had i had all the time in the world to get my fill of knowledge, love and everything in between

thinking about postcards as a form of love language, like "hey I'm in this completely different place on earth but I'm still thinking about you. here's a little picture of this thing I saw"

not dead yet

the way i enjoy baseball isn't that unusual in the age of short attention spans i guess, but i rarely think about a game as a holistic nine innings. i love the individual moments, like wow! vientos got a grand slam, or awww! i get to hear "my girl" again as lindor comes up. even something like, great job! you struck out ohtani, i'm into that. it's why it never bothered me whether the mets won or lost. (there's probably someone out there calling it a "coping strategy").

all of my favourite parts about baseball that tie these moments together, like warm days at the ballpark or GKR on the call, are not available right now. the commentators on fox are, to be generous, jackasses, it's october in new york so it's getting cold, and the ballpark isn't the relaxed experience of the regular season. even my husband, the more traditional sports fan, gets visibly (albeit temporarily) upset when things go awry.

but there's still hope in the city. i talked to some strangers mets fans on the subway yesterday, something that really only happens when the vibes are good. and while the coverage depicts hoards of folks leaving citi field early, i see my husband, my friends and neighbours who are there staying until the very end, because that's what it means to show support.

the mets aren't dead yet and i will not quit on them. i didn't quit at those games i was at when they were 0 - 5, and i won't quit now.

(i will listen to the radio coverage again tonight though because i just can not with fox anymore, i think i'd hate baseball if that was how it was all the time.)

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

Bow to the king 👑 🐈

anyone else notice inchworms are lowkey whimsical

apartment building of leaves

my apartment building sucks its not even the right size inside and the staircases dont even go anywhere. my closet door just opens to a space between the walls & also locked trapdoor in my bedroom. sometimes i think i should move

blaming pbpsbffs for this but what’s new.

peter parker who has never been able to enjoy a hobby for more than a few days without pouring himself into it completely because he cannot afford to be anything but amazing at it, enjoying something while being mediocre at it is out of the question— it’s either beyond exceptional or nothing.

he pours himself into whatever hobby catches his interest and keeps it from the people around him until he’s confident in his abilities, may found out he loved knitting three months after peter had gotten into it, his love for photography was a well hidden secret for years and he still refuses to show anyone his work unless it’s perfect.

peter parker who is terrified of being seen as mediocre, who has panic attacks at the thought of failure and obsesses over perfection. he resented tony for discovering spider-man before peter had reached whatever level of perfection he had hoped for, peter who considers every injury a failure and takes any bit of criticism to heart !!

peter parker who disassociates after tony takes the suit away, his body on autopilot working on a thousand different ways to make things better to prove he’s not completely incompetent. getting home safe doesn’t matter anymore, no amount of pain could be considered too much if it meant being seen as perfect again— what’s a building or two if it meant tony wouldn’t think of him as a failure?

peter parker who has never fully enjoyed himself in his classes or during the internship, who is overcome with anxiety before he even approaches a potential interest— who looks over the syllabus and starts teaching it to himself before his classes even start, who refuses to be seen as a student or child.

name the song in 5 seconds competition but it’s all the ink spots