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diet culture is so fucking sad.

i once played the asking game with my mom when she was talking to me about her diet plans.

why are you dieting? because i’ve gained loads of weight recently. who cares? everyone does. i don’t care. but i do. why? because i don’t want to be fat. why don’t you want to be fat? because it’s embarrassing and i don’t want to be an ugly pig. is being fat hurting you? not especially, but it’s not nice for other people to look at.

at this point i looked at her and said “don’t you think it’s sad that you’re spending your whole life putting these rules upon yourself, rules that naturally skinny people aren’t expected to abide by, all for the effort of trying not to be fat?” and she looked back at me with suddenly wet eyes and said, with an amount of difficulty, that yes, it is sort of sad when you think about it.

she’s been fat ever since i, her eldest child, was born. she was always super skinny in her youth, but pregnancy changed her body shape and her metabolism, and i only ever knew her as a very fat woman growing up. chances are, she will never be thin again. her lifestyle is no different to how it was before my existence; her body just works differently now. she sees it as a personal failure. she doesn’t eat her favorite foods anymore, doesn’t go out dating, doesn’t make friends, doesn’t go to events, doesn’t allow anyone to buy her clothes for her birthday because she can’t bear anyone knowing her size. she lives a lonely life, unwilling to do her favorite things. she elected for a gastric bypass surgery which, over the last few years, has introduced multiple complications that came very close to killing her, and yet she doesn’t regret the surgery because it helped her lose a few pounds. she basically does not have a stomach anymore and she still believes her fatness is because she’s been doing something wrong for the last 20something years.

diet culture is deadly not only because of the self-starvation and malnutrition but because it rips away pieces of your life that you’re supposed to enjoy. relationships and sex are only for thin people, a glass of wine and some chocolate at the end of a difficult day is an indulgence only allowed to thin people, cute clothes are only for thin people, family photographs are only for the thin relatives, riding a bike on vacation with your kids is only for families with thin parents.

doesn’t your soul ache? doesn’t it hurt you to see people doing this to themselves, to inflict this on YOURself? you can do all of these things. your life can be lived fully and joyously and with love, but you distance yourself from the things that make you happy because you feel like you aren’t good enough for them. it breaks my heart.

fatphobia is something oft inflicted upon people by others, but it comes from inside too. kill the part of you that thinks you aren’t good enough. your body is perfect already, my love.

ofthedarkwoods:

ALT

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Edit: IM SO FUCKING TIRED OF IGNORANCE

busty-shackleford:

posingasme:

headspace-hotel:

puzzledjay:

a-flickering-soul:

OTC BIRTH CONTROL APPROVED BY THE FDA

FDA approves first over-the-counter birth control pill in US | CNN

Add to the list of “things about America I (american) didn’t know were not normal worldwide”

Not only this, but a huge percentage of hospital systems around the U. S. are run by religious organizations who are explicitly against birth control. Their employee health insurance (because yes most places in the US still don’t have universal healthcare) don’t always cover birth control for their employees, and in some cases, the physicians are told not to prescribe unless it is a medical necessity, meaning not for birth control itself, especially for anyone under a certain age or unmarried, etc. So. Believe it or don’t, this is huge for us Stateside. We won’t see them in drugstores for almost another year, probably, and hopefully the ever-more-conservative higher courts won’t try to take it out before we can get there.

Also on top of all that shit: In the late 90’s into 2010’s, I couldn’t get birth control without a pelvic exam first, and that used to be the norm

rwby-encrusted-blog:

Being neurodivergent is just having a Demicolon attached to every single sentence that comes out of your mouth.

For those who don’t know what a Demicolon is:

hierophanthistorian:

jihaad:

guy who just spawned into the map

ALT

thatdisasterauthor:

iguessweallcrazyithinktho:

renthony:

sexycraisinthanos:

only-tiktoks:

Also Semi trucks have lifted seats so the driver CAN SEE ANY ROAD HAZARDS

Also, like, in the United States, huge semis are mostly driving on the major highways and Interstates. They’re long-haul trucks designed to travel cross-country on specialized roads. They’re not vehicles for small residential streets in the slightest.

I’ve known a lot of truckers. They literally cannot use a lot of the roads that regular cars do. But the big fuckoff vanity trucks barrel through those same roads without a care in the world.

And the headlights!! The fucking headlights omg

And they’ve skewed the market for real work trucks so bad! I do legitimately need a truck, but it’s basically impossible to find anything that isn’t a monster anymore. For this (and a variety of other reasons), I’ll probably never be able to buy a new vehicle again.

etakeh:

In case you think the writers on strike aren’t making good use of their time, think no more!

ALT

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ALT

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Only click the read more if you’re fully prepared. I’m taking no responsibility past this point.

Keep reading

dovewithscales:

dovewithscales:

vaspider:

Damn he’s got a great voice. Including the original comic panel below:

[ID: Single panel from an X-Men comic, featuring two younger people listening to the above monologue.]

Very much so. The early comics were written during the height of the Civil Rights Movement by people who had grown up during and right after WWII.

babaint:

i-am-a-fish:

so um, the five day work week. why exactly did we let that happen

so um, work . why exactly did we let that happen

derinthescarletpescatarian:

mercurymusing:

mayorgearsolid:

xeansicemane:

mayorgearsolid:

Ain’t nothing like turning to your coworker to ask what they’re making and hearing them say “piranha solution”.

For the curious it’s a mixture of sulfuric acid and hydrogen peroxide. It’ll dissolve anything organic faster than you can say “fuck I spilled it”.

Hazard statement(s)

H272 May intensify fire; oxidiser.

H290 May be corrosive to metals.

H314 Causes severe skin burns and eye damage.

H350 May cause cancer.

Precautionary statement(s) Prevention

P201 Obtain special instructions before use.

P210 Keep away from heat/sparks/open flames/hot surfaces. - No smoking.

P221 Take any precaution to avoid mixing with combustibles/organic material.

P260 Do not breathe dust/fume/gas/mist/vapours/spray.

P280 Wear protective gloves/protective clothing/eye protection/face protection.

P281 Use personal protective equipment as required.

P220 Keep/Store away from clothing/organic material/combustible materials.

P234 Keep only in original container.

Okay you’re clear to reblog this now.

Piranha solution vs chicken drumstick.

Thanks, it’s terrifying

coobk-blog:

mutantrenegade:

:

aeide-thea:

dduane:

A Woman Was Denied Medication for Being of ‘Childbearing Age.’ She Just Sued the Hospital

What (and it’s hard to say this strongly enough) the F.

Last September, New York resident Tara Rule posted a raw, emotional video on Tiktok saying she had been denied a medication to treat a debilitating condition called cluster headaches, because her neurologist told her she was of “childbearing age” and the medication could cause birth defects to a hypothetical fetus.

Rule said that as she sat in her neurologist’s office at Glens Falls Hospital, she told him she never planned to have kids and would have an abortion if she became pregnant; referencing the overturning of Roe v. Wade, he responded that getting the care she was seeking is “trickier now with the way things are going.” He also said she should bring her partner “in on the conversation” on her medical care. Rule asked if the issue preventing her from getting the “highly effective” medication was solely that she could become pregnant and, “If I was, like, through menopause, would [the medication] be very effective for cluster headaches?” The doctor affirmed it would. He also asked about her sex life and whether she’s “with a steady person.” Rule shared audio recordings of the appointment on TikTok at the time.

Last week, Rule filed a lawsuit against Albany Medical Health Partners charging the largest hospital system in upstate New York with discrimination over the denial of her medication and a string of incidents afterward. […] In addition to Rule’s allegations of discrimination, her suit accuses Albany Medical Health Partners of privacy violations and fraud. According to Rule, after she shared audio recordings of her interactions with the neurologist on TikTok, an employee at the hospital contacted another hospital in the area, alleging that Rule livestreamed her appointments. This led to Rule’s removal from the second hospital, Malta Medical (also under Albany Medical Health Partners), in the middle of treatment for her cluster headaches. Rule denies livestreaming. In the lawsuit, Rule alleges her nurse practitioner at Malta discharged her against her will with the help of armed security, but her insurance company was told that she voluntarily left mid-treatment, which Rule argues amounts to falsification of records. Rule also alleges that the nurse practitioner who had her removed at Malta violated her privacy rights by sending Facebook messages to Rule’s partner that include her medical details.

[…]

Rule’s case shows how the notion of fetal personhood—an ideology that regards embryos as separate people with rights at odds with the pregnant person’s—can be taken even further, said Dana Sussman, deputy executive director at Pregnancy Justice (which isn’t working on Rule’s case). “What we’re seeing is how this ideology can extend beyond pregnancy itself—the idea that if you can even become pregnant, then you can no longer make decisions about your own body or access medical care,” Sussman told Jezebel.

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isthemreadable:

everythingfox:

Sound on

Half an M

actuallymagsdump:

ned5-let-me-go:

crafting–table:

n64s:

Bro wake up its 2002, lets get a gamecube for $49

memorycycle:

lewwd:

Look at my cat

ahandfullofbees:

nintengu:

@catinc

mousenoises:

marlynnofmany:

aqueous2:

instructor144:

ventraman:

no-longer-another-bondi-blonde:

This could save your life.

BOOST.

Absolutely vital information to have if you live where the waters freeze over.

I especially appreciate this guy’s commitment to actually showing the steps himself. That cold-shock response is a bitch and willingly subjecting himself to it couldn’t have been fun.

I don’t live anywhere near water like this, but I am still memorizing this knowledge because:

* I might use it in a story someday.

* Any knowledge that staves off the dying is good knowledge.

Some kids passed away today in my region from falling in icy water, so thought it was important to boost.

apeshit:

hell fucking yes

the-haiku-bot:

unlikely-adversaries-bracket:

qcomicsy:

withoutaconscienceorafilter:

the-gnomish-bastard:

ulysses-but-somehow-more-transer:

muckmagister:

vileviale:

caffeinated-octopus:

athena-cat-wizard-official:

the-lumpfish-king:

theoneofwhomisblue:

sundere1181:

revcleo:

jay-works:

1863-project:

findingfeather:

rougey:

bird-cannibalism:

griancraft:

“Girls gays and theys” <- uninclusive while trying to be inclusive. Bad. Makes me uncomfortable.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and other distinguished guests” <- inclusive but far, far too formal

“Alrighty gamers” <- Incisive of everyone, informal, and fun to say.

“Everypony” <== pisses everyone off.  flawless

“Friends, enemies, and those still under review”

“OI! THE LOT OF YOU.” <—succinct, to the point, effective. 

“Attention K-Mart Shoppers” <- qualifies as vintage

“Y'all” <- y'all

“hey fuckers” - casual, ambiguous

“attention, freaks. It’s me.” -dhmis quote

I just say “you” with a broad gesture

“chat” <- let’s everyone know you would put any of them into the grinder without hesitation

mothers and fuckers of the jury

humans & co

Fellow creatures

just start talking without addressing anyone at all, watch as they each tune in to whatever ridiculous shit you’re saying

killers and vagabonds, liars and thieves

“Foul tarnished, in search of the elden ring!”

“Ladies and gentlebeings” <- B. Dylan Hollis

Ladies and Gentlemen and others <- David Bowie

“my mammals” <- works for when you are talking to some animals as well

“my mammals” <- works for

when you are talking to some

animals as well

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

iwriteaboutfeminism:

nativenews:

arachnerd-8-legs:

copywriteddad:

analog horror will have some insane buildup and tension only to have the climax be this pic with red vhs text that says YOU CANT SAVE THEM

analog horror will show a picture of a guy until the music stops and its like

skoople:

fan edit i made of squidward meal prepping

The Reduction

seinfelt:

George’s coworker begins sending memos wherein every number is accompanied by some parenthetical factoid or statistic. He finds it unusual but informative, and feels as though the references give him a better understanding of the figures involved. Soon, other memos from other coworkers appear with similar definitions, not just for numbers but for words. Eventually, every memo reads like a postmodernist list of encyclopedic associations, and he can’t even discern what the original intents of any of the messages actually are.

Kramer is baffled to find that eggs no longer come in dozens [from the old form of the French word douzaine, meaning “a group of twelve"], but in elevens instead, in strange, trapezoidal [from Greek τραπέζιον (trapézion), literally “a little table"] cartons with staggered rows. He asks one of the store’s employees about it, but they claim that eggs have only ever come in elevens [the 5th smallest prime number]. As he progresses through the store, he finds that other items seem to come in groups of one fewer than expected: five-packs of beer, seven-packs of hot dog buns, nine-packs of hot dogs, three-packs of toilet paper rolls. Alarmed, he drops his eggs and runs out of the store, only to find that it seems later in the day than expected. He checks his watch, but there are only eleven hours on the dial. “But that doesn’t make sense,“ he mutters. “That’s two less hours in the day!” His realization seems to set off a chain reaction, as groupings of like items begin decreasing before his very eyes. Windows disappear from buildings. Parking meters become rapidly less expensive. Branches disappear from trees. He looks down at his hands to find two fingers and a thumb [from Proto-Indo-European tum, meaning “swelling", a primary characteristic among primates] on each one. Horrified, he runs as fast as he can to Jerry’s.

A handful of people follow Jerry home from a show. He tries to shake them, ducking into alleyways and shopping centers, but instead of losing them, others seem to join in the pursuit. Eventually he finds himself followed by three thousand people [≈ population of Falkland Islands, nation].

Kramer arrives, stumbling, and grabs Jerry by the collar as best as he can with the sole fingers remaining on each of his hands. “Thank God I found you, Jerry!” he wails, struggling to speak clearly with only one tooth left in his mouth.

“Thank God I found you,” says Jerry. He turns to gesture at the crowd of people trailing behind him, but there is now only one man left from the original group, standing on the only street left in Manhattan [originally settled in the year 1, it is the only borough of New York City, with a population of 2]. Jerry and Kramer enter the only building, through its only door, and go into the only apartment inside, where they share the only bed. “Goodnight,“ sputters Kramer to himself as he shuts off the only light left in the world with his lone remaining arm [the only limb on the human body].

agentleem:

mayhem-moth-deactivated20250415:

moths-and-crows:

guineapigwitch:

pronounrespector:

mistythedritten:

catsandgoodbooks:

azures-grace:

jarkinesbrainstew:

totallynots8tan:

yes-i-exist-shutup:

a-portal-to-nowhere-deactivated:

24-cats-in-a-trenchcoat:

zenithenfys:

h0ly-tea-deactivated20231130:

Everyone we’re making a friend group. So everyone else’s mutuals will meet Me and My mutuals. Tag your mutuals! It will be like 1 big family of dumbshits! >:3

(My Mutuals: @sweetface-the-dollbaby @3-kids-in-a-trenchcoat @lxzlight @moonsfavoriteson @severeacrophobia @aytenchanyt @a-random-mooshroom @asktheava)

@onionsorcerer @rainethedinogirl @lactoset0lerant @19-cats-in-a-trenchcoat @808-bantar @aphroditesanxiety I know what we’re doing today :3

OOO YESYES

@runway-houses-city-clouds @a-portal-to-nowhere @purrdapper @snoot-in-yo-boot @trashmeowcan @funkylittleblob @a-radio-d3mon

HEY!

@sugarfoodie @veralinnn @sparklezfallsinlovewithbooks @totallynots8tan @yes-i-exist-shutup @theloonatic …BRAIN ROT

YAYAYAY

@theloonatic @imstealingyourteeth @totallynots8tan @waitingforthesunrise @no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist @crowgenius

Ooo fun

@a-portal-to-nowhere @thalias-pine-tree @jarkinesbrainstew @dandelionflowery

And more, I just don’t have time

@godofautism @notbrucewayne48 @azures-grace @warningengine @weshallbekind @poisoninbloom @dinosaurguts

That’s everyone. Hi. Hope you all are having a good weekend.

Oh jeez uhhhhh

@mistythedritten @mintytealeaves @thefandomlifechoseme @unfortunate-beaver @friedno @whale-in-that-case @sharkbait-33 @everythingisround @1wn8ure @snufbin @supercowgirl04 @itcanbegayer @catsandgoodbooks

That’s like… The active ones that hopefully won’t mind getting tagged

Hi I exist surprisingly

@mistythedritten @azures-grace @bleue-flora @morgueofstories @elmhat @nekioe @mysticbolillo @too-many-th0ughts @gringrinny @sumwan @thehatmanawaits @yianny4green2 @milktearosethorn @kuro-tsuki-san @hpin @saccharine-seashells @thenaiads @justapassingghost @swordfries @cleofast300 @blankweiss @toxicgachkid @victoriacoffee @harmingharmony @just-a-ghost-things @heaerken @dumblemonade

We exist!!!! Yay!!!!!!!

Hmmmmmmm

@pronounrespector @citrus-blade @morgueofstories @rosy-redamancy @firedergen @unicornsbite @judgehangman

Yeah, that’s it. I don’t have as many people to add as I thought. But I got tagged twice, so here I am! Hi Cats! Hi Azures!

Hi misty!! Thanks for the tag!

Ok so there’s

@rat-rosemary @guineapigwitch @brightst-star @honkgirlie @honktales @coyotecrash & @dylan-the-gay :D

uh hi Mx. Respector good to see you again.

@anarchist-with-a-crown @gendrfluiddisaster @bonk13 @hornyfallenangel @teddysterk @littleoto @mystical-cinnamoon

that’s all of them be nice everyone

ooooh fun

@mayhem-moth @crazed-rambler @starcrossedandstupid @parrotxx @k1meoo @sabineandcheeseburrito @of-the-faerie-folk

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS I WOULD LOVE TOO

@a-random-mooshroom @good-wizard @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @lixorloveslicorice @magical-bear-dubin @f4y3w00d5 @aileaxthevoidien @yourlocalmenacetm @that-0ne-loser-ky @goblinofthelaboratory @agentldiddy @the-door-wizards @other people i have missed!!

To me my x-mutuals:

@cu-riogach @ferno-does-random-shit @profeshinul-wizurd @apprentice-wizard-mr-mary-mack @jhomikle @a-steamy-roll @mayhem-moth / @mayhem-moth-2 @theflowerchild1 @terrencetheshark14 @sun-almighty-wukong @hnoc-system @1dreana0 @mayhaps-am-mallard @phlo0p @lukadjo @ashen-the-tiefling @lixorloveslicorice @mersinia @mariheadspace @slimylittlemaggot @localtransmascfrog @detectivewizzard @slymewitch @magical-bear-dubin @number-1-haxorus-fan @hommedebanane @qwertacius-boi @godofautism @willowplantcat @aroace-wizard @the-frog-wizard-leep @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @asexualmisconduct @earthquakening @durgalmaple @bobbyzombiegg @demigirlboss2girlrotboogaloo @yourlocalbreadenthusiast @insertblogaesthetichere

siena-sevenwits:

thedreamthieves:

when 23 year olds say “im getting old” cause they get excited by mundane things…for the love of. we used to get excited by BOXES as toddlers. maybe we’re just reverting to our childlike joy did u ever think about THAT.

I was having just this thought the other day, and it was kind of beautiful. The idea that coming into adulthood some of early childhood wonder is reclaimed - how often do we hear of that? But this is a true and common instance of it. Loving the ordinary is wonderful, and can coexist with loving the extraordinary.

cinnamorollbf:

when a guy smirks at you and goes “oh, yeah?”

coldalbion:

a-tenno-called-prin:

a-tenno-called-prin:

cinnabuncrumbs:

elon musk should kill himself elon musk needs to kill himself elon musk would make society as a whole better if he killed himself now

Sorry to break the theme of the blog but a lot of people who post their incredible works here use Twitter so

Reblogging this for a second time because your art will also be used in AI training models, apparently.

Artist pals, heads up

autisticexpression:

autism-adhd-information-blog-de:

This tweet made me deactivate and delete my twitter. Twitter is just getting worse…

Why do people need to pay to get verified? It’s ridiculous. Elon is clearly doing this for money.

And because of that, I left.

I guess I’ll be posting a lot more on here. Lol

It sucks because I’ve been using that platform for almost a decade. But I’m not going to be on it if it means supporting Musk. I hate that guy…

the01raven:

catchymemes:

Haha funny meme

Ok but seriously wtf. Why is it both. It shouldn’t be both. These are two completely different meanings. That’s so dumb. Like I’d get it if the meanings were closer or something but wtf.

If I say in having a bimonthly club meeting that could mean anything. You, the listener, are forced to ask twice a month or every other month. It’s the definition of useless. Like everyone’s like “oh defenestrate is so useless lmao” but at least it means something? If people are confused, they get confused on definition, not usage. Whereas anyone who is above the age of 13 can look at bimonthly and think about it and come to two meanings that are possible but are very different. AND GUESS WHAT BOTH ARE TRUE.

Usually I love the English language. I think it is a language that has a lot of use and is very maliable. Sorta like a Swiss army knife. BUT THIS… this is so dumb.

vaspider:

kitstacean:

refrainboy:

eugeniedanglars:

randomly remembered “i have d cups, grandpa. the waitress thinks you have dementia” tonight so i decided to find the original tweet again and

[ID: A Tweet and self-reply by Twitter user Akira.

The original Tweet says “At a certain magnitude of cunt severity, getting misgendered by your family stops hurting and starts being funny. I have D cups, Grandpa. The waitress thinks you have dementia.”

The reply reads: “UPDATE: she was right”. End ID]

So, one thing I’d like to note here is

One of the lesser known early symptoms of dementia is that people start being more disagreeable.

Part of this is probably the natural result of being increasingly confused and upset day to day constantly. Another possible thing is that the same mechanism that causes dementia is also attacking the part of the brain that does emotional regulation.

And the thing is this is super early stage. By the time they stop remembering when’s the last time you met, it’s already way too late. But if an older person in your life starts acting way more like a cunt for literally no reason, and it’s not particularly in character for them, it really might be worth testing for dementia or Alzheimer’s because you have a lot more options catching it earlier.

this is a good argument for not being an asshole: people will notice sooner if you get more argumentative.

terfic:

catchymemes:

Seriously the way your grandparents bought a house for 10k in the 50’s and now it’s worth more than a quarter mil on the low end it’s just absolutely fucking stupid

were–ralph:

were–ralph:

were–ralph:

I won $250 on the lottery one number away from 50k let’s get it ladies

reblog and good luck will come to you but only if you’re lgbt+

hey guys the AC just started working again this is the only real good luck post

catinc:

cannibalchicken:

Keep reading

tumble-tv:

“kill them with kindness” WRONG run them over in your wheelchair 👨‍🦼 👩‍🦼 🧑‍🦼 👨‍🦽 👩‍🦽 🧑‍🦽 👨‍🦼 👩‍🦼 🧑‍🦼 👨‍🦽 👩‍🦽 🧑‍🦽 👨‍🦼 👩‍🦼 🧑‍🦼 👨‍🦽 👩‍🦽 🧑‍🦽 👨‍🦼 👩‍🦼 🧑‍🦼 👨‍🦽 👩‍🦽 🧑‍🦽 👨‍🦼 👩‍🦼 🧑‍🦼 👨‍🦽 👩‍🦽 🧑‍🦽 👨‍🦼 👩‍🦼 🧑‍🦼 👨‍🦽 👩‍🦽 🧑‍🦽 👨‍🦼 👩‍🦼 🧑‍🦼 👨‍🦽 👩‍🦽 🧑‍🦽 👨‍🦼 👩‍🦼 🧑‍🦼 👨‍🦽 👩‍🦽 🧑‍🦽 👨‍🦼 👩‍🦼 🧑‍🦼 👨‍🦽 👩‍🦽 🧑‍🦽

asmolvaporeon:

somethingusefulfromflorida:

feyosha:

asteroidtroglodyte:

charlesoberonn:

bonediggercharleston:

charlesoberonn:

charlesoberonn:

toawk:

charlesoberonn:

charlesoberonn:

charlesoberonn:

We need more scary infinite variants of manmade environments like the Infinite IKEA or the Backrooms.

May I suggest, The Lot:

I’m sorry to disappoint you but this is a real parking lot. I didn’t edit it.

Check out the lot-to-building ratio in any large American sports stadium

Some lots are so big they have bus services specifially inside it. The lots are broken into sections and buses go around to their sections at a set amount of times before the start of something and drive people to the main building.

The societies of lost people inside The Lot would probably operate something like that to locate and pick up new arrivals and bring them over to one of the major settlements.

In the Infinite Ikea or Backrooms you can convince yourself there’s gonna be a door round the next corner or behind that wall.

But despite it being completely open, there is no hope of escape from The Lot. Whereever you look it’s just more cars from horizon to horizon.

Sheesh, man, that’s

a lot

Any artists interested in illustrating some The Lot concept art? Things like

• A new arrival realizing a they’re lost
• Scavengers systematically going through cars for supplies
• A small farming community that dug up the asphalt to plant crops
• A veteran traveler coming across two sun-bleached skeletons wearing old-timey clothes next to some old cars, implying they’ve been there for more than a century

How Eldritch do we want this location to be?

More ideas:

Agriculture is impossible; all the food available is truck-stop fare, scavenged from cars. A group of people had the idea to dig up the asphalt to find dirt to grow crops, but the top layer is just laid down on top of a layer of an older kind of hardtop. At one point a group of people excavate a pit several meters deep, uncovering progressive layers of asphalt, concrete, tile, brick, cobblestone, etc. but they never reach dirt.

Since all food is scavenged from cars, groups have to stay on the move. Although, if you want, you could have unobserved cars reset according to some occult criteria, enabling cyclical migratory patterns. Or, if you want, you could have them have to keep moving outwards and hope they don’t cross a patch that’s already been cleared by someone else.

Any foods that actually contain any appreciable amount of fiber become the most treasured kind of food, as everyone gets constipated from eating only the most refined and processed of foods for every meal.

Part of the uncanny feeling of the place is that it is perfectly flat. It’s not immediately obvious because the only things you can climb to get a better view are lampposts, but there’s no curvature to the earth in this place. A cult forms around disassembling cars to build a tower to try and see to the edge. It’s unclear what’s going on with the sun, given there’s still a day/night cycle.

There are plenty of cars to shelter in, but the geomorphology of this place would lead to incredible windstorms at dusk and dawn, with a very still, hot midday, and a bitterly cold night.

As tempting as it might be to populate the space with some kind of intelligent threat (I’ve seen predatory planes and shadow monsters in the notes) I feel like the concept is better served by having the environment itself be the threat.

Maybe there’s never enough drinkable water; it’s mostly soda in the cars; most of the foods available are either very salty or full of sugar. After enough time in The Lot, everyone inevitably ends up pre-diabetic and chronically dehydrated.

Maybe we kick up the weather: black asphalt can get fucking hot at midday; hot enough to fry an egg if the sun is bright enough. Besides sitting in the cars (which may or may not be feasible depending on whether or not they can provide air conditioning), shade is in very short supply, and the abundant reflective surfaces of the cars means you’re gonna get sunburned, bad, if you don’t figure out what to do about noontime.

Conversely, blacktop radiates heat extremely quickly once the sun goes down, and with no plants or rivers to provide humidity the temperatures at night could easily get below freezing.

Flat topology also encourages cyclonic winds; regular, fully fledged tornadoes, flinging cars about and ripping people off their feet could be an actual serious concern.

Write it up like one of those 18th century Adventure Journals. “Day 127: the Swede has scurvy; Johnson’s foot continues to degrade; I would sell my soul for a bran muffin. Thought I saw a bird but it was a hallucination. Tornado at dusk again; we lost the Turk to a falling sedan. I miss waffles.”

Every now and then the inhabitants stumble across a muddy pickup truck, and it’s like finding the Holy Grail because they’re able to chip off the sun-dried dirt for agriculture. It’s slow, a few cups per truck which themselves are few and far between, but given enough time they scrounge enough for a shoebox sized garden of peas and bean sprouts. One guy found half of a dessicated hamburger in a bag of garbage on the floor of a car, and the tomato still had some seeds in it. No clue if they’re still viable, but once they save up a player’s worth of dirt they can try them out. The truck dirt is sterile from being baked for so long, but it’s nothing a little “night soil” can’t fix.

#I’m glad we understand that there is no need for monsters in the lot#the lot is an entirely manmade hell

#it is a physical hypocrisy: a place made for human convenience which is intrinsically inimical to human life

@aethersea I am snatching your tags up and lifting them barehanded like a catfish out of the river. That is not a quote I’m letting go.

derinthescarletpescatarian:

derinthescarletpescatarian:

I forgot independent TV can do whatever the fuck they want. I just watched an episode of Game Changer where one of the contestants was high on marijuana (is it high when it’s marijuana? i don’t know drug terminology) and kept taking hits (is it hits for marijuana?) on camera throughout the game.

He won.

He did it again and ended the game with half the points of everyone else so

You win some you lose some I guess

derinthescarletpescatarian:

derinthescarletpescatarian:

I forgot independent TV can do whatever the fuck they want. I just watched an episode of Game Changer where one of the contestants was high on marijuana (is it high when it’s marijuana? i don’t know drug terminology) and kept taking hits (is it hits for marijuana?) on camera throughout the game.

He won.

He did it again and ended the game with half the points of everyone else so

You win some you lose some I guess

thegaymertrainer:

thegaymertrainer:

“Do you see me as cattle to milk whenever you grow thirsty” was really something

homunculus-argument:

Big fan of fucking around and playing stupid games. Sure hope I’ll never find out what I’ll win by doing this.

the-same-as-never-before:

teaboot:

Once I spoke with a girl who told me a friend had invited her to a pool party, but she didn’t want to go because the friend’s mom had HIV.

I told her that this was a common concern, but HIV can’t be transmitted by sharing a pool, and in fact HIV is such a weak virus that it can’t even survive on a table for more than a few hours, and it can be killed entirely by bleach.

She asked me, “if you can kill HIV with bleach, why haven’t we cured it yet?”

I told her, “because we can’t put Bleach into people without killing them”.

She said that this was interesting, but she still wasn’t going to go.

(We did not become friends.)

The other day, I saw a group of teenage boys climbing all over an electrical box in town.

I walked over and asked if they were aware this was an electrocution risk.

One of them asked what I meant. I pointed to the large yellow image of a stick man with a lightning bolt through its chest and repeated, “it has an electrocution warning on it. Don’t get blown up.”

The kid laughed and said, “hey, play at your own risk, right?” And went back to his buddies.

I went back to what I was doing, but kept an eye out, and did notice that within the next five minutes, the whole group had removed themselves from the box and were now gathered several feet away from it.

I can’t make people do things. I can inform, and support, but I cannot make their choices.

This is something that is hard to learn.

The second story is also a great example of the way people can seem completely resistant to what you say to them, but with a bit of time away from you they take it on board and act on it. I work in guidance and sometimes see this happening, but often you don’t get to know what lasting impact your words have on someone once they go their own way.

official-megumin:

nebulaaaaaa:

official-megumin:

I just realised something. Jurassic park was essentially about the inevitability of trans people.

Like when Jeff Goldblum says “life uh, finds a way” he’s saying the dinos are gonna be trans, and we can do jack shit to stop them

It also means that trans people will feast upon all who would stand in their way

this is correct