I think an easy way to sum up american domestic architecture is that if you are remodeling and older bathroom you have to watch for razor blades in the walls
What could possibly be more american than creating a disposable version of a product (safety razor vs straight razor), determining that the waste generated was both dangerous (sharp!) and compact (flat!), and that the best solution was to just.. put a hole to stuff them in the walls and make it the next generation’s problem
The amount of safety features incorporated into modern cars is unreal. I’ve seen crashes where the car flipped over and the occupant only had minor injuries. My dad was t-boned by someone speeding off the highway and walked away with a broken arm. The car was completely smashed except for the passenger compartment, which was curtained on all sides with airbags. That one manufacturer has decided they are exempt from implementing all these advancements disgusting and terrifying
When I was going through driver’s ed I was taught that the steering column would stab through your chest if you crashed head on and that was just the way it was. We do not want to go back, not even a little
to me the funniest part of Laios is a character is the fact that he’s genuinely really good at what he does. it would be one thing if he was just a monster geek in a way other people find really offputting, but he can also bisect something twice his size in a single blow
in this way, like so many others, he and marcille are secretly The Same
dungeon meshi has the Mob Psycho Sauce where it’s funny even when its serious and serious even when its funny. like, this is a hilarious thing about laios — but also ties into the fundamental logic of the story.
Laois is not good at what he does AND a monster geek. he is good at what he does BECAUSE he is a monster geek. in dungeon meshi, survival in the dungeon isn’t due to physical strength or dnd-style party balance or asskicking ability or Willpower. the narrative takes great pains to show that it is respect, knowledge and love of a place that gives one the ability to survive and thrive in that place. that’s why we see people like Kabru’s party, who are clearly very skilled warriors in their own right, look like absolute CLOWNS in their encounters with dungeon dangers that are barely a hiccup for laois’s party
Like, Laois can’t bisect something twice his size in a single blow because he’s a Strong Cool Protagonist, but because all the things he’s fighting are things he deeply loves, respects, and is autistically insane about enough to know their weaknesses. the special interest that makes him a weirdo on the surface makes the dungeon his natural habitat.
We see it in literally the first “encounter” when they’re preparing the walking mushroom, and Senshi shows him how to cut it properly for food. Laios immediately goes “Oh, I see!” and imagines attacking one with his sword vertically instead of horizontally.
This man loves monsters, loves learning about them, and in the dungeon, he can finally apply all the stuff he knows.
anyway none of you better have not forgotten about photomatt and staff’s rampant transphobia, racism, and zionism and apparent inability to fix this goddamn website.
anyway none of you better have not forgotten about photomatt and staff’s rampant transphobia, racism, and zionism and apparent inability to fix this goddamn website.
I don’t care if I know you bc we’re mutuals or I follow you or you follow me or if you’re just randomly on my dash/notes but if I see your url and I see that boop button you’re getting fucking booped
ive become so attached to the boops already im so afraid tumble staff are gonna take it away after april fools. i will literally cry. they cant take the boops away from us after this right
the funniest part is that like my dash isnt even that active rn its just a handful of us online booping each other and reblogging all the same posts like we have the zoomies
me and the mutuals doing activities and such. me and the mutuals having some sort of picnic together. Me and the mutuals cruising along on some peaceful boat in the wilderness and such. aaand post n ow
me and the mutuals doing activities and such. me and the mutuals having some sort of picnic together. Me and the mutuals cruising along on some peaceful boat in the wilderness and such. aaand post n ow
did we do something on this website before the boop-o-meter? was there anything before boops? it’s all so hazy. I can’t remember. there is only booping and cat paws now. 🐈 [boops you]
btw if you boop me i WILL be booping you back. i am not afraid to retailiate in force equal or greater to that which has been used on me. this is a threat. GET BOOPED IDIOTS!!! :3
Blocking people prevents them from interacting with your stuff. Which is good if that’s what you want annoying people not to do. But sometimes I find someone’s posts annoying as hell and I don’t want to see them. I’m pretty sure blocking doesn’t make that happen. I want people to know that the way to make that happen is to put their username in the “filtered content” section of your settings. And you don’t even have to block them if they’re a person who like you actually don’t mind if they interact with your posts but you just don’t want to have to see their shit. You CAN block them. I’m just saying these are two different mechanisms you can mix and match to curate your experience. Do with that what you will.
I am American and I have never seen photos like this. I had no idea there are borders like this. Even though I LOVE the idea of open borders, I am staring at these pictures like “wait…people can just…walk across some stones or grass and BE IN ANOTHER COUNTRY??? and nobody stops them?? how does that WORK?!” So you can tell that my country’s propaganda has gotten to me by convincing me that this CAN’T work even though…it…obviously can.
These pics just seem unreal to me. I’ve been taught my whole life that this can’t exist. In 27 years no one has ever sat me down and gone, look, here’s how it is elsewhere. It isn’t impossible at all.
I want to add something, but I’d just be restating what they said. I.. didn’t know peace and kindness like this was possible.
All of the above, and …
Why did the chicken cross the road?
To get to Belgium, apparently.
🐓
This also leads to some funny images like: GuEsS wHeRe ThE bOrDeR Is XD
this is real, but it also gets at why hopeful stories are so important - its real hard to make a better world if you cant even imagine it existing
In the town where I grew up, there was a large statue in one of the parks, of a famous historical white colonizer. I’m not going to say who specifically, suffice it to say that it was someone who wasn’t worth memorializing for their deeds. And as you can imagine, this statue was a frequent target of vandalism, with paint or toilet paper or eggs on multiple occasions. Now, the local council was generally pretty lax when it came to repairing potholes or other public damage in the town, but every time, 24 hours after this particular statue was hit, the same person would always appear in a Hi-Vis vest, hat, mask and sunglasses, carrying a bucket of water, and wash it clean. They would do it as quickly as possible, but always made sure the face and the name carved at the bottom were generously scrubbed. This only encouraged people to do it again, and so it became a vicious cycle.
Within a year, the statue had sustained so much damage that it was unrecognizable and the lettering unreadable, so eventually the council came and took it down. Also apparently, the person in the Hi-Vis vest didn’t even work for the council. They were supposedly just some ‘good samaritan’ who cleaned it, often before the council even discovered it needed cleaning, so they just let them do it and ignored the problem. They didn’t bother putting the statue up again.
Much later, we found out that the anonymous 'samaritan’ had been deliberately washing the statue with a bucket of saltwater, which had dramatically corroded it, causing irreversible accumulative damage far worse than spray paint ever would have done. It’s even theorized that they were also often the one spray-painting it, just so that they had an excuse to come back after a day to wash it.
What I’d give for one of the Cinderella remakes to go into how when you’re in an isolated and abusive situation, sometimes you need to be saved and you’re not weak if you can’t escape by yourself
I’ve never been a fan of bad faith reinterpretations of fairy tales, especially ones which flatten the originals into “princesses is saved by a prince and nothing else”, to then go #girlboss. The princess can save herself because she’s a strong female character! (Implying if you’re in a bad situation, it’s because you’re not strong enough to get out)
He’s been trained to read the room. To read the context clues. To read politics and scheming and planning and people. He’s a Prince, it’s either that or accidentally drink poison by age 15. And he reads her and …
She’s impossibly wealthy. The dress isn’t a fabric he can recognize, but it’s beaded with cut diamonds, faintly milky opals that shimmer with a rainbow, little pale aquamarines, and somewhere are little bells gently ringing with each step - he’s a Prince and he can’t afford to dress like that. The slippers ring too … there is nothing like that crafted by the hands of humans. That’s fairy stuff. She has an in with them that eclipses royal politics. She is powerful in the Old Ways.
All this wraps around the poorest woman he’s ever seen in his entire life, and he’s seen some very, very, poor people in his time.
Poor in money, but poor in “oh you poor thing!” as well. This is someone who has been robbed blind. This is someone who carried themselves waiting for the lash, for a browbeating, for harsh, cruel, abrupt, punishment.
He expects her to be haughty, or hard, or meek or… something else… but she’s just nice. She’s just … nice.
The rigid posture comes out of his back, his tongue unsticks. She’s like sitting by the embers of a low, calm, fire. He feels warmed and rested simply speaking to her. He wonders if it’s magic, and it might be, but if it is it is magic that is her own.
And that terrifies him, because he’s trained to see these things and he knows someone with a cruel hand is waiting to douse her, and snuff her, and beat the last glimmer out of her shining eyes - eyes that put that dress to shame and and and and… she’s gone.
Oh god, she’s gone. It will be all over her sweet, kind, warm face that she transgressed and … oh god they’ll kill her, whoever they are. This will embarrass them and if there’s anything he knows, it’s that you don’t humiliate someone who has power over you and walk away unscathed.
And all he has is a fairy slipper that will only ever fit her foot (it’s not merely shoe size, it’s a kind of spiritual fit as well), and the vain hope that he can keep such a bright light from burning out. It doesn’t even touch his heart that what he’s feeling is a kind of pure philia, not until it enraptures him soul to bones, all at once. Oh god, oh no, oh shit… he’s reached well above his station, but…he can try to be good and worthy.
The way he sees it, sometimes even the strongest people can be brought low and need just… a little help. She had enough in her to do whatever she had to do to free herself of those evil relations if she had to, but she shouldn’t have to. There’s no glory in blood. Sometimes it’s okay for the ending to be happily ever after.
i think it’s fucked up that there are plants that decided they wanted to eat meat
a plant’s job is literally to just exist but the venus flytrap chose violence
what if i gently laid an uncooked steak on the soil for it to absorb
my tree biology teacher fed her calcium-deficient tree a whole-ass bbq rib bone - she stuck it in the ground near the base of the tree (after eating the meat off of it), and when she came back to collect it to show the tree biology class it was GONE
the tree had grown a root up through the center of it & out through the sides
also there’s an old story about a man who was buried beneath a tree, and when they went to exhume the body it had been completely absorbed by the tree’s roots- you could see the shape of the body in the way the roots grew, splitting up for clearly defined arms and legs. trees will absolutely eat a steak if you bury it & they need the nutrients.
that’s horrifying! thank you
Can I feed my plants bacon grease? 🤔 Would they like that? They’re perennials
Can I feed my plants
bacon grease? 🤔 Would they like that?
They’re perennials
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
