this website’s moderation sucks ass and it has a terrible bot problem and there are an enormous amount of bugs but thankfully we have a staff team hard at work not addressing any of these but instead making shitty ui changes that nobody wants
this website’s moderation sucks ass and it has a terrible bot problem and there are an enormous amount of bugs but thankfully we have a staff team hard at work not addressing any of these but instead making shitty ui changes that nobody wants
‘can i copy your homework?’
'yeah just don’t make it obvious’
why does my bad spn fic that i wrote in high school have almost twenty thousand hits on ao3. cmon
you wouldn’t think a topic as mundane as cat food would be filled with insane shit but then you stumble upon people attempting to feed their cat “vegan cat food” and it’s like. ah. Stupidity.
truly, no harsh noise project can ever approach the sheer auditory torture of existing in the same room as someone scrolling tiktok, like professional bad sound engineers couldn’t make a listening experience this unpleasant if they tried
[ID: a cat screaming at some groceries: vegetables, hermetics, bottle of milk, fruits, captioned “why is it so expensive”. ID end]
staff deciding to gut the one features that this website is built upon bc newcomers from other social medias “dont get it” is like if people repeatedly came to a pizza place asking for cake and the pizza place going “due to popular demand we are going to sell only cakes and pastries from now on. we’ll keep calling ourselves the best pizzeria in the area tho” and leaving their loyal customers pizza-less
genuinely having reblog chains be collapsed WILL be the thing that makes me quit tumblr. like honestly i’m just looking for an excuse at this point. i’ve got my neocities and i’m active on some fun forums and i’ve even made a couple e-pen pals. i’m pretty much set to leave. i’ve been staying for the fandom content and that’s pretty much it
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Holy crap, it’s real, and what a story!
On July 26, 1959, Rankin was flying from Naval Air Station South Weymouth, Massachusetts, to Marine Corps Air Station Beaufort in South Carolina.[4] He climbed over a thunderhead that peaked at 45,000 feet (13,700 m); then—at 47,000 feet (14,300 m) and at mach 0.82—he heard a loud bump and rumble from the engine. The engine stopped, and a fire warning light flashed.[1] He pulled the lever to deploy auxiliary power, and it broke off in his hand. Though not wearing a pressure suit, at 6:00 pm he ejected into the −50 °C (−58 °F) air.[1] He suffered immediate frostbite, and decompression caused his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth to bleed. His abdomen swelled severely. He did, however, manage to make use of his emergency oxygen supply.[1]
Five minutes after he abandoned the plane, his parachute had not opened. While in the upper regions of the thunderstorm, with near-zero visibility, the parachute opened prematurely instead of at 10,000 feet (3,000 m) because the storm had affected the barometric parachute switch and caused it to open.[5] After ten minutes, Rankin was still aloft, carried by updrafts and getting hit by hailstones. Violent spinning and pounding caused him to vomit. Lightning appeared, which he described as blue blades several feet thick, and thunder that he could feel. The rain forced him to hold his breath to keep from drowning. One lightning bolt lit up the parachute, making Rankin believe he had died.[1]
Conditions calmed, and he descended into a forest. His watch read 6:40 pm. It had been 40 minutes since he had ejected. He searched for help and eventually was admitted into a hospital at Ahoskie, North Carolina.[1] He suffered from frostbite, welts, bruises, and severe decompression.The second person was a paraglider named Ewa Wiśnierska
On 14 February 2007, in spite of weather reports heralding the presence of violent thunderstorms, Wiśnierska decided to try to fly in order to train for the 2007 World Paragliding Championships near Manilla, New South Wales, Australia. She was sucked into the ascending current of a cumulonimbus cloud, a cloud responsible for large and heavy rains, usually with hail inside and extremely low temperatures. Unable to get out, she was lifted to an altitude of 9,946 metres (32,631 ft), according to her GPS. The GPS variometer also tracked vertical speeds of up to +20 m/s (77 kilometres per hour (48 mph)).[4] She landed 3.5 hours later about 60 kilometres (37 mi) north of her starting position.
When tumblr collapses I will email you all a monthly newsletter with my diary entries and make collages to simulate my reblogs. and I will want you ladies to do the same and also possibly send back a heart to “like” it