“If you have time to watch Netflix you have time for a side hustle” my side hustle is relaxing so that my body and brain can heal from by this nose-to-the-grindstone bullshit. I refuse to feel guilty for being a human with the need to relax sometimes. my side hustle is no.
whenever i hear about hustle culture i always think about this post on r/antiwork
they’re specialist divers and fish hunters, and they’re a pretty wide group with a LOT of species!
and they’re all freaks. every single one of them.
they’re most closely related to FLAMINGOS, of all things, which is why their feet are so weird! they evolved completely separate from other waterfowl like ducks and geese, so they did the flipper thing totally backwards.
this is going to be a theme, nothing these birds do is normal.
unlike other specialist diving birds (coughcough LOONS coughcough), they aren’t totally incompetent on land! just, again. total freaks about it.
aaagh I love them so much I might actually explode
also they swim like frogs, babies can dive pretty much immediately after hatching, and adults can minutely adjust their buoyancy in the water at will like a fucking submarine. you just can’t make any of this shit up.
weirdest fucking bird 100/10
also for emphasis on that last point: you’re out on a river and you see a smallish brown duck-thing paddling around in the water. it makes eye contact with you and then just. fuckign sinks.
sorry for the intrusion but the fact that these birds were using their magical buoyancy powers to gaslight you specifically is the funniest fucking thing i’ve ever heard
“If you have time to watch Netflix you have time for a side hustle” my side hustle is relaxing so that my body and brain can heal from by this nose-to-the-grindstone bullshit. I refuse to feel guilty for being a human with the need to relax sometimes. my side hustle is no.
whenever i hear about hustle culture i always think about this post on r/antiwork
“If you have time to watch Netflix you have time for a side hustle” my side hustle is relaxing so that my body and brain can heal from by this nose-to-the-grindstone bullshit. I refuse to feel guilty for being a human with the need to relax sometimes. my side hustle is no.
whenever i hear about hustle culture i always think about this post on r/antiwork
I’m so tired of every show that takes place in the past (wild west, medieval, pirates etc) ALWAYS having so much sexual violence towards women like writers can cry “oh it’s realism” all you want but it’s very transparent how realism only applies when you want to hurt women on screen. If we’re talking staying realistic, why doesn’t everyone have brown teeth? Or bad skin? Or dying of dysentery? Just admit y'all want an excuse to brutalize women on screen lol
This pisses me off so much. A lot of the time if you mention realism would also involve women having unshaved legs or pits, or bushy eyebrows, or syphilis, the answer is often “well that’s gross, no one wants to read about/see that” and like…. If you think that women being ugly is grotesque, but brutal depictions of rape aren’t, then I don’t really know what to say to you other than stay the fuck away from me.
To add to this: The pirate captains had personal codes (rules) about what was allowed on the ship, and some of them were very clear on the subject of sexual violence
“
IX. If at any time you meet with a prudent Woman, that Man
that offers to meddle with her, without her Consent, shall suffer
present Death.
“ -From the code of Captain John Phillips
“
9th: If any p[er]son or p[er]sons shall go on board of a Prize and meet
with any Gentlewoman or Lady of Honour and should force them against
their will to lie with them shall suffer death.
“ -From the code of the company of Thomas Anstis
Or in other words, sexual violence against women was recognised as a crime punishable by death on actual pirate ships, don’t let anybody tell you it’s necessary for “realism” when the pirates themselves recognised how absolutely despicable it was.
This may be a slightly silly question, but I’m curious if you’ve ever been active in any fandoms, and if so, which ones? As in making/sharing fan art, reading fanfic, or even writing some. That’s all, thank you!
Sherlock Holmes Fandom, I guess. I was inducted into the Baker Street Irregulars. And I’ve written two Holmesian stories, A Study in Emerald and A Case of Death and Honey.
last year i was eating in a fancy, large restaurant when i began to hear a rumble and the distant sound of people chanting ‘potassium, potassium’ and suddenly hundreds of people dressed as bananas flood this restaurant chanting potassium over and over and we were trapped there for a very long time because the bananas would not leave and they were everywhere
i wasn’t joking
this post has haunted me for like 3 years. every time i start to think i imagined it, it shows up on my dash again and then immediately disappears into the ether for another 17 months
last year i was eating in a fancy, large restaurant when i began to hear a rumble and the distant sound of people chanting ‘potassium, potassium’ and suddenly hundreds of people dressed as bananas flood this restaurant chanting potassium over and over and we were trapped there for a very long time because the bananas would not leave and they were everywhere
i wasn’t joking
this post has haunted me for like 3 years. every time i start to think i imagined it, it shows up on my dash again and then immediately disappears into the ether for another 17 months
I finished the Doctrine Book-bag for my Lamb cosplay! I think jt turned out pretty well, I used black foam clay for the edges and was going to carve them when dried, but I actaully?? Really like the goopy unclean look so I might keep it
I might still carve it idk, and maybe replace the strap with a chain for the whole theme
I know the Doctrine is a book in game and usually as a prop but I need something to hold my phone and wallet in easy access for when we scour the artist alley, so this idea came to be. Now it can hold my stuff AND it’s in character!
I also recycled a cardboard box to put my cosplay in, made it look COTL specific:
i love little kids with very niche interests. Like for awhile I nannied for a family who had a little girl who loved old black and white movies. She adopted a transatlantic accent, constantly wore a long string of plastic pearls, and would often dramatically drape herself over pieces of furniture when told to do something and say “I just can’t do it babe”
i once dropped her stuffed animal and she yelled “there’s been a murder!”
So I wanted to look up some plot details from a film that I saw when I was like five years old, and it turns out that a. it’s part of a nine-film series, and b. of those nine films, the one that I’ve seen is also the only one that doesn’t have a plot synopsis on Wikipedia.
I am being taunted by Australian children’s media.
Another dream comic. Had a dream where I was tied to a chair in a dark room and some hooded figures killed me after I begged for my life—but then I got caught in a time loop and so I kept trying to figure out what I could say to get them to not shoot me but they killed me no matter what I said. Started just shouting random stuff eventually.
could you imagine being a man, a sis gender man, who is really into sounding other men. It's just the only way for you to get off really. But one day you meet a man that you really like, and you just connect with him on a whole other level. And you guys finally get to the point where not only are you in the bedroom with each other, but you're starting to get more open with each other too. About all the things like. The only issue is, is that this man is transgender. He does not have a penis he has never pursued any sort of bottom surgery. So he still has the whole set, the labia menorah menorah the majora Little China adequate Torres. And he also has a urethra. Now he's willing to indulge in your special weird little thing. You're sounding. And you guys finally get to the bedroom and you have your little sounding pole or whatever it is they use. But you realize some thing very quickly. Do you know where the clitorises you know where the clitoris is, but where… Is the urethra? Riddle me this Batman
i’ve tried answering this ask in three different ways and each time it deleted whatever i added. labia menorah menorah the majora Little China adequate Torres. Every time i try to find a new angle to work on this answer with i read another sentence that makes me wince so hard i forget 3/7ths of the english language. labia menorah menorah the majora Little China adequate Torres. i literally am trying to think of any kind of response but verbally i keep repeating it. “labia menorah menorah the majora Little China adequate Torres.” it’s like a spell. it’s fucking addicting. it’s the only way i know a human being sent it because that was for fucking sure speech to text happening right there for a single sentence. labia menorah menorah the majora Little China adequate Torres.
i think i will grab things by the throat and make them what they need to be
life will be better and life will also be worse. and i will be angry and upset and miserable, and i will be happy and content and proud. and i will live. i will live.
Hello hello I have joined forces with some other artists to help out a family in Gaza! Please share this and if you can, donate and/or commision us! :)
no lie, the second half of this post really helped me put a different perspective on my life and greatly the decreased the anxiety i have about my life to come
Suddenly struck with a need to explain to you how boat pronouns work (I work in the marine industry).
When you’re talking about the design of the boat, you say “it”.
When the boat is still being built, your say “it”.
When the boat is nearing completion, you can say “it” or “she”.
When the boat is floating in the water you probably say “she”, unless there is still a lot of work to be done (e.g. no engine yet) then you say “it”.
When the boat is officially launched and operating, you say “she”. If you continue to say “it” at this point you are not incorrect but suspiciously untraditional. You are not playing the game.
If you are referring to a boat you don’t really know anything about you may say “it” (“there’s a big boat, it’s coming this way”). But if you know its name, it’s probably “she” (“there’s the Waverley, she’s on her way to Greenock”).
If you are talking about boats in general, you say “it” (“when a boat is hit by a wave it heels over”)
If you speak about a boat in complimentary terms, it’s “she” (“she’s a grand boat”). If you are being disparaging it may be it, but not necessarily (“it’s as ugly as sin”, “she’s a grotty old tub”).
If she has a boy’s name, she’s still she. “Boy James”, “King Edward”, “Sir David Attenborough”? The pronoun is she.
If it’s a dumb barge (no engine), you say it. But if it’s a rowing boat (no engine), you say she.
I hope this has cleared things up so that you may not be in danger of misgendering floating objects.
Please help the family of a non-verbal autistic child (who has been losing weight because he only eats certain kinds of food, largely unavailable during this time) leave Gaza!
Hey you know what’s super funny about the idea of “good bi rep”?
For a character to be canonically bi you have to make sure and establish that they’re attracted to multiple genders. Not all mediums allow you to get inside every character’s head or show what they’re thinking. Flirting can be read ambiguously, and god forbid they flirt with a character who’s not into them and be read as pushy or predatory. So it can be super handy to just mention an ex or two! But you better not mention too many exes because that would make them a slutty bisexual which is (checks notes) bad, and you definitely better be careful about making them poly, because that might make them, uh… greedy. Oh, and those exes? They better be perfectly amiable breakups with no conflict or drama, because it’s bad to represent queer people in toxic or abusive relationships (especially queer women! very bad), and you definitely can’t have them have lost a partner if the partner was queer because that’s “bury your gays…” You should probably also eliminate all trauma from their backstory, just to be safe. You should probably also make sure they’re not involved in crime, deception, or anything of the sort, because that would make them “deviant” and a stereotype.
But don’t worry! Once you’ve carefully crafted your nice, monogamous, experienced-but-not-too-experienced Lawful Good bi character, you will be rewarded with your audience deeming them “boring” and quickly passing them over for other characters. :)
you cant ever let yourself forget what it felt like to be 15. how adults treated you. being treated without a shred of respect because people think youre too young to have thoughts and feelings of your own. the lack of autonomy. you cant ever forget that because if you do you might become the kind of adult who treats kids like theyre not people
Just had the wild realisation that I can write whatever I want here. This is a thing that I am allowed to do. I can scream into the void. I don’t have to tag my posts. Grammar is a social construct. It doesn’t matter who’s listening. The people I love and who love me will talk to me posts or no posts. Someone’s going to read this and smile. Even if it’s just me.
I can watch only the finales of shows to see their happy endings. I can eat cornflakes in the afternoon. I can go into bookstores just to creepily stare at the hardcovers of Victorian literature. I can write meticulous notes for subjects I’m not studying, and highlight it to Pinterest perfection. I can tell people I want to bite them out of sheer love. I can write long emails to my friends about weird slippers that remind me of them.
I can tell you that it’s been a hot year, the hottest one to date, and that April hasn’t seen a single drop of rain fall onto the earth. But it’s hanging in the air, making it heavy with moisture and that relentless, relentless heat. It’s muggy and the swamp theme I chose for my bullet journal couldn’t be more appropriate. I can tell you how I keep singing that song in my head, Corner Of My Sky, the one whose music video has Michael Sheen wrangling with an occult toaster. “The rain, the rain, the rain, thank god the rain.”
I can tell you anything I like. I can tell you that I’m afraid of being forgotten, that I’ve always longed to be famous, that I have a hard time not caring about every single little thing. I can tell you that I’m ace and I’m afraid that no one will ever love me the way I need them too, even if I love them the way that they need me to. I can tell you the nightmares have gotten better, but they’re still there, they don’t seem to want to leave me. I can tell you that I’m so much more ill and broken than I dare think about. Because I am afraid that if I start thinking about it, I shan’t stop, and then it will become everything. And I don’t want it to be everything. I can tell you that. I can tell you that I have beautiful memories, too, not just the fear and the loss and the anger.
I can tell you that I’m a performer, an entertainer, and I love making people laugh. I’m more comfortable on stage, where people are already listening, than trying to go up and make conversation to groups of strangers. I can tell you how wonderful it feels to have been able to speak to so many people all around the world, to have them know me, to listen to me, and to listen to them in turn. I can tell you that I don’t know where to draw the line sometimes, I’m never entirely sure when I’m joking, and the act easily becomes a second skin. I can tell you all of that.
I can tell you all the things that I used to tell myself in letters sealed in envelopes addressed to Future Me. And it won’t matter, and it does matter, and it’s all so fucking absurd. It doesn’t make any sense at all. Does it? I don’t know. I can tell you that I don’t know very much at all. Knock knock. Who’s there? No one. No one who? No one who matters. Knock knock. I haven’t been able to walk around for a month. This room is an oven and I’m being slow-cooked, broiled into a little Asmi pie. I read fanfiction yesterday after a long while. That was nice. I think it’s really cool that you all know me. You do know me. Sometimes better than I know myself. I can tell you that.
I can tell you the truth. I can tell you I love you. And that to be seen and to be known is a gift that I will always be grateful for. I can tell you that you don’t have to listen. But if you do, then hi! Nothing makes sense. Let’s sit in the nonsense for a while. I have biscuits. Would you like one? I’m very human. It’s one of the things that gets me so easily hurt. Maybe it happens to you too. I can tell you that my plant Crowley is surviving, unlike the others did. I can tell you that maybe you and I are, too.
It’s 8:02 in the morning. I might just eat breakfast now. It does seem like the thing to do. How weird and wonderful that is.
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