man. the star wars sequel trilogy could have been so good if they hadn’t fucked it up
all the pieces were there. compelling main characters. unsubtle social satire. the main characters from the OT being jaded and frustrated by the way things turned out. funny ball robot.
it’s a shame that the plot of the first one was a rehash and disney decided that it was a really good idea to repeatedly switch directors and writing teams
me watching the force awakens in 2015 like “wow! john boyega is CRAZY good in this. I’m excited to see where his character goes, especially with the obvious hints that he’s force sensitive”
and then over the next several years seeing naught but flaming wreckage on the horizon
[Tweet by Gillian Branstetter reads “If enforcing gender norms requires a constant state of surveillance and censorship then they probably aren’t as biological or innate as you think they are]
“If you aren’t a parent, you can’t criticize other people’s parenting” is not an argument. It’s a tactic used to enable abuse. People who are not parents are perfectly capable of seeing what child abuse looks like.
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I assume that in the next decade, COVID lockdown will be the prototypical “explanation” for why gen alpha is the way they are, whatever that happens to be. If the stereotype is that they’re all a bunch of weird introverts, that will be due to lockdown stunting their social skills. If they’re all a bunch of gregarious outgoing types that will be due to lockdown giving them a stronger yearning for socialization they were deprived of in youth.
Probably the discourse will be both of these at the same time, with people fighting with each other based solely on their impression of the last three teenagers they spoke to.
stop saying “gen z brought back bush-era purity politics” i grew up in the bush era and even then people weren’t saying that you’re a sex addict for having boring marital sexual congress in the same house as your children. this is just plain unhinged
Literally almost every millennial I know has a memory of accidentally walking in on their parents or hearing their parents having sex. It’s fucking normal. Human beings have sex. Your parents fuck. Get over it. Being weird about it isn’t healthy.
Tumblr is really quite simple to use but it’s just so different from how other social medias work that you need to start gently dissecting how people understand social media first before you explain it
yall be like “i support mentally ill people!!” until they have a symptom you can’t romanticize or infantilize. until the person with depression can’t shower for weeks. until the person with anxiety can’t leave their house. until the person with OCD has pedophilic intrusive thoughts.
if you run Windows XP in a VirtualBox VM, the in-OS volume control mute option doesn’t work. And also the “audio output” option is flakey, and sometimes won’t work.
ALSO, Bonzi Buddy will randomly say things if your computer is idle for too long. So I’m sitting here and suddenly I hear a terrible synthesized voice read me some jokes
Bonzi Buddy cannot be silenced. He cannot be stopped. He is coming for you.
Shit man, this wizard war is fucked. I just saw a guy clap his hands together and say “the ten hells” or some similar shit, and every one around him turned inside out, had their tibia explode and then disappeared. The camera didn’t even go onto him, that’s how common shit like this is. My ass is casting frostbite and level 2 poison. I think I just heard “power word:scrunch” two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.
[images ID: three images of a comic titled “one must imagine sisyphus happy” by druid-for-hire. it is a visual narrative beginning with someone with wrist pain (depicted by bright orange nerves) working at a drafting table. the reader is shown the same wrist as the person uses it for many everyday tasks such as carrying a grocery basket, pushing elevator buttons, typing, and doing dishes, until the pain dissolves all the panels into chaos. the person then performs several physical therapy exercises until the pain subsides. they sit back down at a desk with their laptop, sigh, and begin typing. a small spark of pain reappears. end id]
a fun little piece i made during the semester and submitted into our school comic anthology! (which you can buy at the Static Fish table at MoCCAFest in NYC ;] ). it’s about artists and injury
I’m kind of glad to hear that everyone does this. Because it means it isn’t colonizer bullshit, it’s what everyone does. It’s just people discovering new things. Everyone goes:
“Oh hey these people have their own style of [language A’s word for thing. Say, what do you call it?”
“Oh it’s [language B’s word for thing].”
“Got it, it’s [language B’s word for thing] variety [language A’s word for thing]”
added to which it is LITERALLY JUST LINGUISTIC SHORTHAND for
[item] the way [culture] makes it.
If you don’t want sliced bread, you want bread the way Eastern Indians make it you ask for Roti, not bread. Because Roti is bread THE WAY [EASTERN] INDIANS MAKE IT. Like fuck, it’s not that complicated a concept.
OF COURSE it’s not colonizer bullshit! It’s just linguistic shorthand!
Reblog to make him lose another 200 billion, like to make him lose 1 billion
for the people doomblogging in the notes:
this isn’t a “drop in the ocean fine” situation, 200 bil is already over half of his fortune lost… and he’s not even done losing money yet! he’s got a ton of lawsuits left to go through, owes Google money for trying to rent-dodge, destroyed Twitter’s remaining brand value by rebranding to X, is playing lawsuit chicken with Microsoft as a direct result, and will have to pay off Twitter’s debt… and shows no signs of even pausing to consider the stupidity of his decisions, especially as he’s already plotting out loud to make a paypal alternative that breaks multiple international laws.
whatever he has left is nowhere near enough to cover the debt he’s currently in and unless he somehow gets it forgiven or magically earns more than he’s losing, there’s a countdown over his head running down until the IRS personally comes after him.
unless his last remaining braincell wakes up and he hits the brakes, we might actually see someone speedrun going from richest man in the world straight to poverty, and you better believe i wanna see that :D
you know bottom surgery isn’t always driven by sexual reasons, right? you know you shouldn’t sexualize bottom surgery on a post talking about how we need to see it as cool and neutral, right? you know trans people exist outside of sexual contexts, right?
I really want to get bottom surgery because I get extreme bottom dysphoria at times. I don’t want a dick for sexual reasons, I need one so I can feel comfortable in my own body, to minimize dysphoria, and to help affirm my gender.
Bottom surgery for some isn’t about sex or sexual related things, but instead to save their life and to affirm their gender and that’s okay and is something that needs to be talked about more.
Your daily reminder to not put “You SHOULD be reblogging this” in your posts because you’re going to trigger somebody’s OCD. Especially when it comes to topics such as social justice or politics. Yes, your message is important but guilting people into reblogging it is not just reblog bait, but it can harm somebody mentally.
i learned a while ago that the whole “most of the stars we see in the sky are actually already dead because they’re so far away that we’re seeing them as they were thousands of years ago” thing is a myth because stars live so long that it’s unlikely many, if any, of them have burned out yet, but i’m still glad that myth exists because there’s just something about the thought of the sky as a graveyard of stars that gets to me
It’s interesting because one day that will be true for some people in some planet out there, but we are so young, the universe is so young, that we live in a time when we get to see more stars born than we ever will see die. There’s poetry in looking up and seeing a star graveyard, but I think there’s also poetry in looking up and seeing a star nursery.
