The International Court of Justice told Israel to immediately halt its attack on Rafah. So Israel decided to bomb a UN tent camp.
We are witnessing beheaded children being pulled out of a a sea of burning tents. We are witnessing the bombing of displaced people in a humanitarian area.
I didn’t think we could see anything more brutal than the things we’ve seen in the last eight months. But tonight’s massacre in Rafah is unspeakable. There are truly no words left.
If you cannot stop the injustice, please, at least speak up about it.
Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
This. This is the first time. The only time. That it was not an echo. It was not found. Oh god.
“if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?”
and then it did.
just this once.
to tell us how much it loved us back.
and we only cared for it more.
Found this fucking FINALLY in the mass blog editor so now I’m using it to reblog it since it’s so good
Pinned it so I can always find it, though I will save the link of it when I want to change it out for a different pinned post
OMG OMG no…… I’m not crying….. No……… It loves us……….
Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
This. This is the first time. The only time. That it was not an echo. It was not found. Oh god.
“if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?”
and then it did.
just this once.
to tell us how much it loved us back.
and we only cared for it more.
Found this fucking FINALLY in the mass blog editor so now I’m using it to reblog it since it’s so good
Pinned it so I can always find it, though I will save the link of it when I want to change it out for a different pinned post
OMG OMG no…… I’m not crying….. No……… It loves us……….
Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
This. This is the first time. The only time. That it was not an echo. It was not found. Oh god.
“if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?”
and then it did.
just this once.
to tell us how much it loved us back.
and we only cared for it more.
Found this fucking FINALLY in the mass blog editor so now I’m using it to reblog it since it’s so good
Pinned it so I can always find it, though I will save the link of it when I want to change it out for a different pinned post
OMG OMG no…… I’m not crying….. No……… It loves us……….
Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
This. This is the first time. The only time. That it was not an echo. It was not found. Oh god.
“if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?”
and then it did.
just this once.
to tell us how much it loved us back.
and we only cared for it more.
Found this fucking FINALLY in the mass blog editor so now I’m using it to reblog it since it’s so good
Pinned it so I can always find it, though I will save the link of it when I want to change it out for a different pinned post
OMG OMG no…… I’m not crying….. No……… It loves us……….
Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
This. This is the first time. The only time. That it was not an echo. It was not found. Oh god.
“if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?”
and then it did.
just this once.
to tell us how much it loved us back.
and we only cared for it more.
Found this fucking FINALLY in the mass blog editor so now I’m using it to reblog it since it’s so good
Pinned it so I can always find it, though I will save the link of it when I want to change it out for a different pinned post
OMG OMG no…… I’m not crying….. No……… It loves us……….
Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
This. This is the first time. The only time. That it was not an echo. It was not found. Oh god.
“if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?”
and then it did.
just this once.
to tell us how much it loved us back.
and we only cared for it more.
Found this fucking FINALLY in the mass blog editor so now I’m using it to reblog it since it’s so good
Pinned it so I can always find it, though I will save the link of it when I want to change it out for a different pinned post
OMG OMG no…… I’m not crying….. No……… It loves us……….
adhd tip you can replace a “meal” with up to 3 hours of “the app” but watch out
okay done 👍 why am i hurts
Because of this post whenever I notice I’m mindlessly scrollling through social media instead of important things like eating I think the words “The App” repeatedly untill I close it
jokes on you I’m eating right this moment
I’m drinking caffeine does that count
no it does not go eat real food
i’m drinking does that count
Does the 7 cups of coffee I drank + the single Graham cracker i ate count.
I’m on my L505 right now (it has Xubuntu but used to run Windows Vista) since I was using it to edit some images that I want to share and those files are stored locally.
You all know the Aperture Science “safety” posters, right? I Tumblrized them.
(singing) Apertur Science… We really should not have done that… It’s evil now… Gonna kill us…
go into another room and pick up a random object and look at it!!
like really look at it!!!
SOMEONE designed that!!
a real life living person set time aside to design that
you will probably never know their name but you should thank them and all the other designers who make the mundane things in your life because otherwise life would be boring with out them
Ahh. You’re that mutual everyone is super protective of. If anyone insults you through anon hate, you can bet everyone will rally around you and pound that idiot into the ground. You’re a very soft person and love cottagecore stuff, fluffy animals, and books with happy endings. Your posts always brighten up all your followers. You love going around and encouraging your online friends, or leaving an encouraging message in someone’s ask box. Your blog is fairly neat, and anyone looking at it calms down a little–it’s full of positive things. You try not to reblog anything that would hurt anybody; you never want to hurt even your worst enemies. You respond to anon hate with grace and try not to insult them back. You’re such a lovely mutual.
…….No my blog is for physic damage, activism, and the sillies
Ahh. You’re that mutual everyone is super protective of. If anyone insults you through anon hate, you can bet everyone will rally around you and pound that idiot into the ground. You’re a very soft person and love cottagecore stuff, fluffy animals, and books with happy endings. Your posts always brighten up all your followers. You love going around and encouraging your online friends or leaving an encouraging message in someone’s ask box. Your blog is fairly neat, and anyone looking at it calms down a little–it’s full of positive things. You try not to reblog anything that would hurt anybody; you never want to hurt even your worst enemies. You respond to anon hate with grace and try not to insult them back. You’re such a lovely mutual.
Ahh. You’re that mutual everyone is super protective of. If anyone insults you through anon hate, you can bet everyone will rally around you and pound that idiot into the ground. You’re a very soft person and love cottagecore stuff, fluffy animals, and books with happy endings. Your posts always brighten up all your followers. You love going around and encouraging your online friends, or leaving an encouraging message in someone’s ask box. Your blog is fairly neat, and anyone looking at it calms down a little–it’s full of positive things. You try not to reblog anything that would hurt anybody; you never want to hurt even your worst enemies. You respond to anon hate with grace and try not to insult them back. You’re such a lovely mutual.
^^ I agree with the choice you got for what kind of mutual you are, tis accurate <3
Thankss for tagging me <33
Pretty accurate, I just don’t post fanart or fanfiction. How ever reblogging I do a lot of reblogging and consuming fanfiction + fanart. One could say I’m rabid about Kanej..
RAAAH THANKS FOR THW TAG!!!! I got the chaotic mutual which kinda makes sense except most of the time I’m freaking out over my goobers while in a hole. Then I get silly when someone pokes me in the hole or leaves me little treats (of busted batteries or concrete bits.)
I recall at least one of you guys having worked with livestock animals. Why are cows so damn indestructible while horses keel over and die if mercury is in retrograde or a dog barked in Kazakhstan?
Let me tell you a story about how livestock animals work.
In the beginning, God created the horse. God looked at the horse and saw that it was beautiful and strong. “However,” God said, “it breaks too easily.”
Then God created the cow. God looked at the cow and saw that it was more durable than the horse, and tasted good to boot. “However,” God said, “it poops too much.”
Then God created the goat. God looked at the goat and saw that it was perfect.
God looked around and saw that he still had some spare bits of fluff on his work table, but no brains to put into it. So then God created the sheep.
Now let me tell you what my equine surgery professor said on the first day of class.
“Horses are only interested in two things: homicide, and suicide.”
And that’s all you need to know about horses.
Except every goat is just waiting its turn to die of pneumonia
Sorry I’m not over “if a dog barked in Kazakhstan”.
My entirely half-assed understanding of Why Horses Explode If You Look At Them Funny, As Explained To Me By My Aunt That Raises Horses After Her Third Glass Of Wine:
Horses don’t got enough toes.
So, back right after the dinosaurs fucked off and joined the choir invisible, the first ancestors of horses were scampering about, little capybara-looking things called Eohippus, and they had four toes per limb:
They functioned pretty well, as near as we can tell from the fossil record, but they were mostly messing around in the leaf litter of dense forests, where one does not necessarily need to be fast but one should be nimble, and the 4 toes per limb worked out pretty good.
But the descendants of Eophippus moved out of the forest where there was lots of cover and onto the open plains, where there was better forage and visibility, but nowhere to hide, so the proto-horses that could ZOOM the fastest and out run thier predators (or, at least, their other herd members) tended to do well. Here’s the thing- having lots of toes means your foot touches the ground longer when you run, and it spreads a lot of your momentum to the sides. Great if you want to pivot and dodge, terrible if you want to ZOOM. So losing toes started being a major advantage for proto-horses:
The Problem with having fewer toes and running Really Fucking Fast is that it kind of fucks your everything else up.
When a horse runs at full gallop, it sort of… stops actively breathing, letting the slosh of it’s guts move its lungs, which is tremendously calorically efficient and means their breathing doesn’t fall out of sync. But it also means that the abdominal lining of a horse is weirdly flexible in ways that lead to way more hernias and intestinal tangling than other ungulates. It also has a relatively weak diaphragm for something it’s size, so ANY kind of respiratory infection is a Major Fucking Problem because the horse has weak lungs.
When a Horse runs Real Fucking Fast, it also develops a bit of a fluid dynamics problem- most mammals have the blood going out of thier heart real fast and coming back from the far reaches of the toes much slower and it’s structure reflects that. But since there is Only The One Toe, horse blood comes flying back up the veins toward the heart way the fuck faster than veins are meant to handle, which means horses had to evolve special veins that constrict to slow the Blood Down, which you will recognize as a Major Cardiovascular Disease in most mammals. This Poorly-regulated blood speed problems means horses are prone to heart problems, burst veins, embolisms, and hemophilia. Also they have apparently a billion blood types and I’m not sure how that’s related but I am sure that’s another Hot Mess they have to deal with.
ALSO, the Blood-Going-Too-Fast issue and being Just Huge Motherfuckers means horses have trouble distributing oxygen properly, and have compensated by creating fucked up bones that replicate the way birds store air in thier bones but much, much shittier. So if a horse breaks it’s leg, not only is it suffering a Major Structural Issue (also also- breaking a toe is much more serious when that toe is YOUR WHOLE DAMN FOOT AND HALF YOUR LEG), it’s also hving a hemmorhage and might be sort of suffocating a little.
ALSO ALSO, the fast that horses had to deal with Extremely Fast Predators for most of thier evolution means that they are now afflicted with evolutionarily-adaptive Anxiety, which is not great for thier already barely-functioning hearts, and makes them, frankly, fucking mental. Part of the reason horses are so aggro is that if deinied the opportunity to ZOOM, it’s options left are “Kill everyone and Then Yourself” or “The same but skip step one and Just Fucking Die”. The other reason is that a horse is in a race against itself- it’s gotta breed before it falls apart, so a Horse basically has a permanent terrorboner.
TL;DR: Horses don’t have enough toes and that makes them very, very fast, but also sickly, structurally unsound, have wildly OP blood that sometimes kills them, and drives them fucking insane.
I am morbidly gratified that my deep suspicion of horses has grounding!
Americans be like: My grandpa 😠😠😠 served in the Korean War 😠😠😠 and killed 9 people 😠😠😠 to fund his college degree in clownery 😠😠😠 Respect him or leave the country 😡😡😡🤬🤬🤬
That’s a super light story huh? My great grandfather got killed in action from a land mine to protect this country. If you don’t wanna respect the history or stand for a national anthem😁then leave to your peaceful home and fuck right off
How did your great grandpa stepping on a landmine protect this country
i think the single greatest example of environmental storytelling in video games is in Unpacking. it’s a game with no dialogue that consists entirely of unpacking your stuff out of moving boxes and placing it into the correct places around the place your character is moving into. there are a lot of subtle storytelling beats, like the same stuffed animal coming with you through every single move, but there’s one level in particular that takes place right after your character graduates college and moves in with her boyfriend that goes normally at first.
but then you get to your framed diploma.
you go to hang it on the wall in the kitchen, but there’s a bigass painting already there that you can’t move (presumably your boyfriends) that takes up the entire wall.
you go to hang it on the wall in the living room, but there are already a bunch of posters there - again, presumably your boyfriend’s. there’s clearly space for your diploma if the posters were scooched closer together, but again, you can’t even move them.
with a growing sense of dread and desperation, you move to the bathroom. this room has the only wall space in the apartment for you to hang your diploma: directly over the toilet.
but if you try to place it there, it gets a red outline, indicating that it’s in the “wrong” spot and the level won’t finish.
you go to the bedroom.
there is no wall space.
you click under the bed.
the level finishes.
the next level has you moving back into your childhood bedroom.
And speaking of media reinforcing oppression, I also hate these talent shows. It would be fine if they only showed the contestants, let you watch then, and afterwards come the judges with their opinions. The artist has their opinion, you have yours, the judges have theirs.
But that’s not what talent shows do. They switch back and forth between the contestants and the judges during the performance so you can see the reaction of the people in charge in real time, and sometimes to some “behind the scenes” court jesters. Which trains you to start seeing the contestants through what you imagine the judges’ eyes to be. You’re constantly getting input on what you should be thinking about the performance. The focus isn’t on what the artist is doing and whether you like it, the focus is on what the judges are thinking about it. This way, the audience is unlikely to disagree with the judges in the end - they’ve already been primed to agree. You’d never get a dynamic there like on Eurovision where the audience might whole-heartedly disagree with the “experts”, gleefully rip their “verdict” to shreds and laugh at them.
The emotional objective of talent shows is to feel like you’re in agreement with powerful “expert” figures who judge other people the way you wish you could. It’s inherently reactionary and authoritarian.
btw, reaction YouTubers experience the opposite dynamic. They had better feel, or pretend to feel, the emotions the audience wants them to have during the performance, or else their Patreon goes belly up. The reason for this is that their main audience consists of people who know the performance in question already and thus already have an opinion which they want to see mirrored.
“Expert” reaction videos (”Vocal coach reacts”, etc.) are an exception, those have aspects of both the regular reaction format and the talent show format.
And speaking of media reinforcing oppression, I also hate these talent shows. It would be fine if they only showed the contestants, let you watch then, and afterwards come the judges with their opinions. The artist has their opinion, you have yours, the judges have theirs.
But that’s not what talent shows do. They switch back and forth between the contestants and the judges during the performance so you can see the reaction of the people in charge in real time, and sometimes to some “behind the scenes” court jesters. Which trains you to start seeing the contestants through what you imagine the judges’ eyes to be. You’re constantly getting input on what you should be thinking about the performance. The focus isn’t on what the artist is doing and whether you like it, the focus is on what the judges are thinking about it. This way, the audience is unlikely to disagree with the judges in the end - they’ve already been primed to agree. You’d never get a dynamic there like on Eurovision where the audience might whole-heartedly disagree with the “experts”, gleefully rip their “verdict” to shreds and laugh at them.
The emotional objective of talent shows is to feel like you’re in agreement with powerful “expert” figures who judge other people the way you wish you could. It’s inherently reactionary and authoritarian.
anyone care to explain why my local supermarket has self checkout in latin
*squinting* is the “flag” corresponding to Latin a laurel wreath + SPQR? Usually in these situations UI designers use the Vatican City flag, but this is a fantastic commitment to the bit.
> codicem linearum
How to make “bar code” sound like ancient magic (literal translatio : “codex of lines”)
i had to go get tomatoes today anyway, so :
youre seeing more than I am. this is literally with my phone nearly touching the screen, and there’s no button that enlages the flag, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Google AI is so hard to resent. “What if there was a robot that just LIED to you at the top of your Google search?” Well, that doesn’t sound GOOD but it sounds FUNNY, so, I think I’m in favor, but I don’t know why a major company would be.
The new model of terminator is harder to spot because it no longer moos while pooping
this has so few notes vs how “try mooing while pooping!” Is going to be a mental loading screen tip I have for the rest of my fucking life. I’m making myself sick imaging this scenario and laughing.
I like that people included male rape victims as well! This is a good post
“They shouldn’t have gone out with someone they met online.”
always always reblog
This is amazing as a two time survivor it’s fucking time to hear this shit debunked! Hate has no place!
Can not not reblog.
If I here someone say any of the sentences above…
I can’t believe some people need to hear this but RAPE IS RAPE. How can anyone excuse it? Survivors have to hear this bullshit smh. I feel so horrible for the people who have to hear this from people. I feel so horrible for the people who have had traumatizing experiences like getting raped and people don’t see how serious and scarring it can be.
^^ if any of you don’t agree please unfollow me thank u -.-
[100/10: TRULY A MASTERPIECE. I THINK THIS MIGHT BE THE BEST POST. IN GENERAL.]
One thing I found out recently is that large companies do this because they’re not actually hiring. They list jobs to make it look like they’re hiring to make it look like they’re expanding in order to artificially inflate their companies’s value.
So within two days of each other, Fox News writes an article comparing aromanticism and asexuality to pedophilia, and then Matt Walsh releases a video saying asexuality is a mental illness and asexuals are tricking teenagers into having depression.
Not sure what’s going on right now over in Conservative World, but it’s a hell of wild U-turn for them to suddenly switch from “Oh no! The left is sexualizing our children!” to “Oh no! The left is asexualizing our children!”
It’s a reminder, I guess, that they’re coming for all of us. The fash and the white supremacists will not make nice distinctions between the queers when they put us up against the wall. There is no gatekeeping, no label-policing, no purity-purging and no assimilation that any of us can do that will save us. They want us dead, and while they’ll start with whoever is most vulnerable at any given time, they’ll get around to all of us eventually.
Queer solidarity means all of us because the fash are coming for all of us.
All Dividers are Feds. Stand united or die separately.
ANYONE who is trying to divide our community is a fucking Fed. That includes other queers who like to argue about who is and isn’t “allowed” in our community.
honestly for me this situation isnt drawing a single bead of sweat first i grab the tiger’s jaw with both hands and pry it open, quickly bandaging the wounds i received (didn’t hit anything important) and pushing the tiger away while simultaneously falling into my grizzly bear stance and watching as the tiger scurries away with its tail betweens its legs at the sight of my massive shoulder humps. i roar defiantly and catch three dozen salmon at the river
ALT
