Longest words



These are some of the supposed longest words in different European languages:

Irish – “rianghrafadóireachta” – photography

French – “Anticonstitutionnellement” – unconstitutionally

Croatian – “Prijestolonasljednikovica” – wife of an heir to the throne

Greek – “ηλεκτροεγκεφαλογραφήματος” – of an electroencephalogram

Latvian – “Pretpulksteņrādītājvirziens” – counter-clockwise

English – “Antidisestablishmentarianism” – against the disestablishment of the Church of England

Swedish – “Realisationsvinstbeskattning” – capital gains tax

Czech – “Nejneobhospodařovávatelnějšímu” – to the least cultivable ones

Polish – “Konstantynopolitańczykowianeczka the daughter of a man from Constantinople

Norwegian – “Menneskerettighetsorganisasjonene” – the human rights organisations 

Lithuanian – “Nebeprisikiškiakopūsteliaujantiesiems” – people who no longer are able to pick up wood sorrels.

Ukranian – “Нікотинамідаденіндинуклеотидфосфат” – nicotinamide adenine dinucleotide phosphate

Serbian – “Семпаравиливичинаверсаламилитипиковски” – (this is actually the last name of a family from Yugoslavia)

Portuguese – “Pneumoultramicroscopicossilicovulcanoconiotico” – a disease caused by breathing in the dust from a volcano

Welsh – “Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch” – St Mary’s Church in the Hollow of the White Hazel near a Rapid Whirlpool and the Church of St. Tysilio near the Red Cave

Agglutinative languages. Things get even weirder here:

Estonian – “Sünnipäevanädalalõpupeopärastlõunaväsimus” – the tiredness one feels on the afternoon of the weekend birthday party

Dutch – “Hottentottententententoonstellingsterrein” – exhibition ground for Hottentot huts

Hungarian – “Eltöredezettségmentesítőtleníttethetetlenségtelenítőtlenkedhetnétek” – (apparently untranslatable) 

Finnish – “Lentokonesuihkuturbiinimoottoriapumekaanikkoaliupseerioppilas” – (something to do with the Finnish Air Force. Hard to translate but impressively long)

Icelandic – “Vaðlaheiðarvegavinnuverkfærageymsluskúraútidyralyklakippuhringur” – key ring of the key chain of the outer door to the storage tool shed of the road workers on the Vaðlaheiði plateau (Icelandic isn’t even really an agglutinative language which makes this even more impressive)

Turkish – “Muvaffakiyetsizleştiricileştiriveremeyebileceklerimizdenmişsinizcesine” – as though you are from those we may not be able to easily make a number of unsuccessful ones 

And then the longest word is, of course, German. It’s 79 letters long and almost impossible to use in context: 

German – “Donaudampfschiffahrtselektrizitätenhauptbetriebswerk-bauunterbeamten­gesellschaft” – Association for subordinate officials of the head office management of the Danube steamboat electrical services. 

If you know any more impressively long words that I missed, please let me know so I can add them! 

Actually the English one is the exact same definition as the Portuguese one, except in English it is:


British English:




favorite weird tumblr beliefs about queer history

  • kink and poly are straight people things totally disconnected from queer culture. old guard leather is a lie. donnie easton and janet hardy were extremely heterosexual
  • conversely: before 2000 queer cultures were uniform in accepting kink and polyamory. the lesbian sex wars never happened and there is no such person as larry kramer
  • the queer community was always one unified thing, not an uneasy political coalition of a bunch of people who didn’t necessarily like each other very much. people did not have different communities with wildly different understandings of queerness based on race, class, education, politics and gender
  • Historical Lesbian Culture is a completely different thing from Historical Bisexual Woman Culture. bisexual women never went to lesbian bars to pick up girls. they probably had their own bisexual woman bars or something. therefore bisexual women who call themselves femme are appropriating. 
  • trans women were never ever ever ever part of gay men’s communities

Someone once said to me irl that we shouldn’t​ expand the acronym because “it’s always been LGBT”. A sweet summer child if there ever was one.




i always find it really unsettling when people list all the privileges and oppressions they experience in their sidebar or their about. like i understand if its an identity you’re proud of or blog about a lot, i get being like “muslim, lesbian, black” or w/e, but some people just like…rattle off their position in every single SJ approved scale or binary with no prompting. 

so they’ve got this list of details about their life, with no context, serving no purpose other than to identify where they lie on the privilege/oppression scale, on a page that is ostensibly about them talking about themselves as a person, and i’m like…i do not need to know this about you? if i’m following you for cracky star wars headcanons, i don’t need to know the exact conditions under which you experience white privilege, and i don’t know why anyone else would either. 

like i’m not saying those things should be a secret or that people shouldn’t talk about them at all, but it’s weird to see so many people making that very specific information about themselves readily available as a matter of course. 

It’s not that these things should be a secret – it’s that a tumblr bio is an summary of the things you think are most important about yourself. I don’t think my demographic details are the most important thing about me, and I’m put off by people who suggest that they should be. They don’t actually te you anything about *who I am as a person*! They contextualize​ my experiences, but they don’t create them.

One of my favorite things about how the internet used to work is that I could keep my gender private.







Bread is awesome. There’s nothing not to love about freshly baked bread, even if it looks like it came from the depths of hell. Hellen Die of The Necro-Nom-Nom-Nomicon, the devil’s favorite chef, created a simple recipe for black and red bread Brimstone Bread that bakes up to look like pieces of molten lava.

“When I make this in Hell, I like to roll my dough in the deep pits of sulfur and soul dust and cook them in the hot brimstone vents. Unfortunately, as you are mortal and have neither access to soul dust or brimstone vents, I’ve had to make a few adjustments to the recipe for you. While these rolls aren’t actually “Hell Authentic,” they’re close enough to get the job done.“

Click here for the complete recipe and instructions.

[via Neatorama]

Someone HAD to do it, I guess…

Necro-nom-nom-nomicon….  @copperbadge!


I NEED THESE IN MY LIFE! (thanks @owlphallacies for the heads up!)

Finally we can eat the lava!





The first time you eat a slice of supreme pizza without picking off any of the toppings is when you know you officially have become an adult.

When I was maybe 3, to finish a whole piece? 🤔

I’m 35 and apparently still not an adult.

Tbf, I was a weird kid and it didn’t even occur to me that I could pick toppings off. Still rather not eat the pizza than do that, with the lingering taste left behind in the cheese, but at least I know it’s an option now 😉