Shoutout to constantly smiling doll puppet people who will do anything it takes for freedom, lost every ounce of companionship and friendship in their lives, and are the scariest character in the game
So much “body-positivity” just boils down to, “You’re not as fat as you think!” and only serves to reinforce fatphobia. Your before-and-after slouching photos are fatphobic. Your reassurance that, “Everyone has a pouch there! That’s where your organs are!” is fatphobic. Your comparison of different jeans that are all different sizes in different stores but all fit the same is fatphobic. Anything that’s meant to reassure thin people they’re not fat is fatphobic. Anything that fails to acknowledge that some people actually are fat is fatphobic. And you can’t be “body-positive” and fatphobic. They are mutually exclusive.
farcille isn’t “toxic yuri.” nothing remotely toxic about them, they both treat each other with a great deal of care and affection and respect. just because marcille is willing to do forbidden necromancy and arguably cannibalism for her wife doesn’t make her toxic that’s just what you do for a woman with broad shoulders
not reblogging the original cuz i do not want to open that tomb of rats but i’ve seen this floating around and i just gotta say there’s nothing wrong with having a human fetish. humans are hot. as long as you’re being respectful you’re not a bad monster for being into humans i promise.
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vampires will go around like “it’s totally fine for vamps and humans to date” and then make posts proudly proclaiming their human fetish
choke on a garlic bulb leechdick
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g*d i’d give anything to have a warm little bloodbag to toy with
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chr*st id give anything to be a vampires warm little bloodbag to toy with
whats cool about being trans is my parents are totally right. i did kill their beautiful son. im the thing that animates his corpse in an ever more convincing parody of a happy girl. i devoured him from the inside out and now there is nothing left of him and he is dead dead dead and there is only me, with my hollow eyes and dark eyeliner and long hair, and my big smile. my limp, effeminate gestures belie the marionetting of the boy they loved. my fagginess is his death. already his body becomes a fitter home for my parasitism in full; the tits, the hips, the thighs. sorry about your kid. thanks for the biomass <3
when did coffee start costing £5 or more??? when did a little sweet treat start costing £8???? what ever happened to joy and whimsy???? what is this????
I was going to post some Choice Horrifying Quotes from the article, but turns out the whole thing is a horror story and i’m just.
the fact that they got trapped and pulled in and thought they might die three times and were still like “hey what if we do one more” and only didn’t die because they decided to have a meal first??
yeah you wouldn’t need to change anything for this to be a TMA episode i absolutely agree, the damn thing already tried to kill them three times
okay guys u gotta read it. I was making highlights but it turned into a summary. still. read it. so worth it.
Ok so two people sink down to look around. Jill and her partner. First glimpse of horror (lots and lots of sea creatures) happens. But everything is pretty and they continue on
That’s the sound of their way in collapsing btw.
They find a way out. And then proceed to dive in again
they get out again.
The photos are sublime. So next day, Wes decided, hey, i want to go with you. Remember the camera i tested? We’re going to take even better pictures with it.
so they dive
and the current picks up again
Dude.
They got sucked in, obv. Water pouring down, the three try to get out. Fail. There’s no way up.
And then Jill decides to show human determination and ingenuity. Holy shit.
They get out. They see the boat with the science team, reaching for them. They’re late for two hours, but alive.
i did not manage to find the iceberg photos, but her other stuff is breathtaking
i appreciate the art I see of human Perry the Platypus from Phineas and Ferb but also I believe that if you ship Perry the Platypus and Dr. Doofenshmirtz you should just full send and keep Perry the Platypus a platypus.
No reason for Dr. Doofenshmirtz to not kiss and marry him as a platypus in my opinion. Not even as a furry thing. I just think in the canon of the show itself it wouldn’t be weird. I think gay, human/secret-agent-platypus marriage is probably legal in the tristate area.
As a mass comm major, IF THERE IS SOMETHING UNJUST OR IMMORAL BEING DONE CALL YOUR LOCAL NEWS STATION THEY WILL HELP MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE
Cities and government agencies HATE bad press. This story that was told to me by the journalist that covered this, and he showed us the piece:
There was a traffic light that was set up on the far side of an overpass, but it was improperly hung so you couldn’t see the light until it was too late. There were accidents there EVERY SINGLE DAY and calls to the city did NOTHING.
Someone had the idea to call the local news station and this dude went out to see. As he was interviewing someone, there was a wreck.
Guess what happened after that piece aired?
Suddenly the city had the time to lower the traffic light and the accidents stopped.
Journalists get a bad rep, and while big stations like Fox deserve it, I think more thought should be given to who you’re actually shitting on when you say “I hate journalists.” Because we’re overworked, underpaid, constantly shit on, but we still do the job because we want to help people. All professional, prestigious journalists that I’ve met hate the government and will do whatever they can to get the information and change that’s needed. Being a journalist is a dangerous profession: at every professional convention I’ve been at there’s a fund for the families of journalists that have been killed (there’s a lot!) and a long memoriam roll.
SUPPORT LOCAL NEWS STATIONS
I’ll be real with you: I work in a politically sensitive government job, and when I need to do something that potentially has bad optics, I give it these two tests:
What would it look like in a court transcript?
What would it look like on the local news?
Because I’m always working in good faith, but the local news could ruin my goddamn life. It’s not about being on the news itself; it’s about the passion of the viewer base of the local news. People who watch the news care, and if you need help with a municipal issue, they’re who you want on your side.
Do not make the MISTAKE of thinking you need to put your side forward. The Guardian is transphobic as fuck, and will twist your words. DO NOT ENGAGE.
By the way, this is in the aftermath of the Cass Report, and the goal will be to make Trans DIY something that needs to be regulated or stamped out. DO NOT ENGAGE.
outdoor cat defenders really are simply some of the most Delusional people on the planet, like you can list fact after fact all with verified sources about how bad it is to let cats outside for both them & the environment around them and people will cover their ears and be like “umm not my frumpkins he knows not to play in traffic & he has magical resistance to coyotes and disease”
I like so fully mean this btw. “Evil” is just a way to placate ourselves and put imaginary distance between ourselves and our loved ones, and the ability to do harm
I am just as capable of harm as any other human. I am just as capable of committing rape as the people who have raped me. I am just as capable of abuse as those who have abused me. And so are you.
Those who have harmed me are just as human as I am. The harm I have experienced is the result of socio-material conditions, not some ontological bad-ness.
Evil is a convenient lie, but also one that is devoid of any hope. It’s convenient because it ‘others.’
If I am incapable of harming, I am released from the responsibility to avoid doing harm because I am incapable of harming, and because I’m incapable of harming, I am released from the responsibility of avoiding doing harm, ad infinitum. Any harm that i do perpetuate then becomes excusable and metaphysically segregated from the forms of harm we have deemed to be evil, all in the service of helping me sleep soundly. It’s a pacifier.
But with that convenient excuse comes existential anguish, and with that anguish comes complacency. If the ills of our world are caused by some fundamental, immutable force, well… What can be done? Nothing. Best just wait for God to get rid of it. Or if you don’t believe in God, best to just keep your nose down and look out for thee and thine till youre dirt. A belief in evil is a belief that our human lives are futile.
The reality is that we live in a purely physical universe. Metaphysical concepts (like evil) are a reaction to and conceptualization of the material world, not the other way around. The things we ascribe to be stemming from evil are, in reality, materially rooted, and thus able to be altered through material means–means that humanity has domain over. In this way, a lack of belief in evil is not only infinitely more hopeful than a belief in it, but infinitely more pragmatic as well.
The Patrician steepled his hands and looked at Vimes over the top of them. “Let me give you some advice, Captain,” he said.
“Yes, sir?”
“It may help you make some sense of the world.”
“Sir.”
“I believe you find life such a problem because you think there are the good people and the bad people,” said the man. “You’re wrong, of course. There are, always and only, the bad people, but some of them are on opposite sides.”
He waved his thin hand toward the city and walked over to the window. “A great rolling sea of evil,” he said, almost proprietorially. “Shallower in some places, of course, but deeper, oh, so much deeper in others. But people like you put together little rafts of rules and vaguely good intentions and say, this is the opposite, this will triumph in the end. Amazing!” He slapped Vimes good-naturedly on the back.
“Down there,” he said, “are people who will follow any dragon, worship any god, ignore any iniquity. All out of a kind of humdrum, everyday badness. Not the really high, creative loathesomeness of the great sinners, but a sort of mass-produced darkness of the soul. Sin, you might say, without a trace of originality. They accept evil not because they say yes, but because they don’t say no. I’m sorry if this offends you,” he added, patting the captain’s shoulder, “but you fellows really need us.”
“Yes, sir?” said Vimes quietly.
“Oh, yes. We’re the only ones who know how to make things work. You see, the only thing the good people are good at is overthrowing the bad people. And you’re good at that, I’ll grant you. But the trouble is that it’s the only thing you’re good at. One day it’s the ringing of the bells and the casting down of the evil tyrant, and the next it’s everyone sitting around complaining that ever since the tyrant was overthrown no one’s been taking out the trash. Because the bad people know how to plan. It’s part of the specification, you might say. Every evil tyrant has a plan to rule the world. The good people don’t seem to have the knack.”
“Maybe. But you’re wrong about the rest!” said Vimes. “It’s just because people are afraid, and alone—” He paused. It sounded pretty hollow, even to him. He shrugged. “They’re just people,” he said. “They’re just doing what people do. Sir.”
Lord Vetinari gave him a friendly smile. “Of course, of course,” he said. “You have to believe that, I appreciate. Otherwise you’d go quite mad. Otherwise you’d think you’re standing on a feather-thin bridge over the vaults of Hell. Otherwise existence would be a dark agony and the only hope would be that there is no life after death. I quite understand.”
Please reblog to increase sample size, I am trying to find out how much normal people know about this because I am Not Normal and my assumed baseline of knowledge cannot be trusted
You guys gotta reblog come on
This was the origin of a meme amongst my friends for years. This was pre-9/11, and we were sitting around at a party discussing the Challenger Disaster, with the “Where were you when you found out?” I heard that something had happened that morning, but was fuzzy on the details. I remember one of my teachers crying.
Then, just after lunch, I went to journalism class and they had the TVs up showing the news. That’s when I got to see it.
My friend said, “You were in GRADE SCHOOl? I was in GRAD school!!!”
Which rapidly became “I was in Grad School/I was in Grade School!”
My other friend had the best story, though. He had been at work. At McDonnell Douglas.
Sure, I can do that, it’s also a glimpse into life pre-Internet.
I was working in the McDonnell Aircraft’s QA division, doing minicomputer support. I had the 11th IBM PC that Mac ever bought sitting in my cube, and I’d improvised a cable compatible with our spare dial-up modems so I could run a BBS off of it in the evenings.
And one morning my supervisor comes up to me and said, “Can you get the news on that thing?” Which would have been hugely illegal, since we were in a secure environment, but before I could deny it, he said, “This one time you’re not in trouble. Something big just happened. Everybody VP and above just disappeared into a conference room at HQ, nobody knows why, nothing’s leaking out, and all of our buildings are under lockdown. The managers NEED to know.”
Well, I had a personal CompuServe (pre-Internet Reddit) account, and I had written some some mediocre terminal software in MS-BASIC for PC, so I dialed out to CompuServe, which had an Associated Press forum that posted quarter-hour news updates.
So for the whole day, I was the only person locked into McDonnell Douglas who knew how to get news, which I refreshed and printed out so my boss could fax it to all the other bosses every 15 minutes, and within the first hour we knew that the earliest zoomed-in photos showed that the starting point of the explosion was the tip of the nose of one of the side boosters.
We made those nose cones. I spent the whole day smuggling information across the information quarantine to people who desperately wanted to know, “Are we the ones who killed the first Teacher in Space?”
(We weren’t. The reason that solid-rocket-booster nose-cone drilled into the side of the main external liquid-fuel tank was because of a thrust-breach way farther down the stack. Which didn’t come out until overnight. But that was a weird day to be working at almost any rocket-parts company.)
(Also, journalism historians should really mark the day that the AP broke the print-journalism monopoly on its content as the beginning of the death of journalism as we knew it. A few newspaper publishers were all up in arms about it at the time, but it was hard to explain to us CompuServe users just how important that news-monopoly was to funding investigative journalism. It was Craigslist before there was Craigslist.)
treasure planet is a fucking phenomenal film and was released during a time where it was destined to be forgotten by everyone
Fun fact: Slitted pupils only give you an advantage when your eyes are just a few inches above the ground. They help you focus on small and close up prey in the horizontal plane. That’s why they’re primarily found in animals like snakes, foxes, cats and reptilians.
Round pupils don’t work as well when they’re that close to the ground, they’re more suited for hunting larger things that are also further away than pouncing distance, which is why larger predators like tigers and humans got them.
But that doesn’t mean your cat person character or whatever, needs round pupils, it just means it is implied that they mostly hunt small animals and that they look like this while doing so:
“I use Linux as my operating system,” I state proudly to the unkempt, bearded man. He swivels around in his desk chair with a devilish gleam in his eyes, ready to mansplain with extreme precision. “Actually”, he says with a grin, “Linux is just the kernel. You use GNU+Linux!’ I don’t miss a beat and reply with a smirk, "I use Alpine, a distro that doesn’t include the GNU Coreutils, or any other GNU code. It’s Linux, but it’s not GNU+Linux.” The smile quickly drops from the man’s face. His body begins convulsing and he foams at the mouth and drops to the floor with a sickly thud. As he writhes around he screams “I-IT WAS COMPILED WITH GCC! THAT MEANS IT’S STILL GNU!” Coolly, I reply “If windows were compiled with GCC, would that make it GNU?” I interrupt his response with “-and work is being made on the kernel to make it more compiler-agnostic. Even if you were correct, you won’t be for long.” With a sickly wheeze, the last of the man’s life is ejected from his body. He lies on the floor, cold and limp. I’ve womansplained him to death.
I hate when spam calls use actual human people instead of an obvious recording because I’m too class conscious to be rude to them. It makes me feel bad I’ll be standing there listening to a guy in a call center reading his script & I’m like Sorry :/
My parents act like they’d put call center workers in a saw trap for being annoying and I’m just standing here like mom they’re outsourcing labor to India so they don’t have to pay them as much I can’t yell at this guy
love seeing revisionism in the wild “free the nipple never meant you can walk around topless every where that’s still sexual harassment it just meant for like breastfeeding and stuff”no it literally means you should be able to walk around topless anywhere because get this. breasts aren’t fucking sexual organs.
I remember when I was about 12, I watched a show on TLC that followed people as they got somewhat uncommon medical procedures.
There was one episode with a trans woman getting different gender-affirming operations, including breast implants. It showed the procedure, and (what I found so fascinating that it’s stuck with me for decades), as soon as the doctor put the implant in, a censor blur popped up on the nipple.
And you just know there was a meeting between the TLC lawyers and the editors and producers of the show to discuss what the difference was between a “man nipple” (can be shown) and a “woman nipple” (no no must obscure, ‘tis naughty). And they decided that as soon as the implant goes in and the nipple has more mass behind it, that’s the moment when it becomes a woman’s nipple and must be hidden to comply with TV rules.
But it’s the same nipple. On the same person. I know what it looks like; I just saw it. But TV and obscenity rules are rules, and the rules say woman nipple = sexual and therefore explicit, but man nipple = neutral, just fine.
“Free the Nipple” was calling out arbitrary bullshit like that, because someone just existing with their body parts should not be considered obscene, and the double standard that men can be topless but women can’t is so blatantly ridiculous. All nipples are just nipples. If you get turned on or bothered by them, that’s on you.
Fog in the Pines - My now classic “Fog in the…” in my new orb dice shapes ! Dried pine needles, golden flakes, and swirling mist, perfectly eerie and nature-y.
this shit is no joke. It took me a year of stretching at every possible opportunity to get rid of the pain
I’m known for making jokes on the internet but I’m actually a Sports Medicine person and all of this is very accurate if you’re foot has plantar fascistic start small and do little stretches and it will help you. don’t say’’ how old you are’’ or how late into the ailment you think you are and give up because you think You Are too far into it doing exercises always help
It’s funny to me that I’ve met people named Grace, Faith, Patience and Chastity. It is so funny that Puritan names have survived so long and are still so popular if you take a step back and think about it. She’s getting Starbucks today and accusing a townsperson of witchcraft tomorrow.
AND DESTINY, I’ve met so many Destinys.
Nobody even chooses the COOL Puritan names like Punishment, Humiliation, Refuge, Relief, Obedience. And it’s always girls getting Puritan names nowadays. When am I going to see a baby boy named Submit To His Will.
Thats the name of an ex-fundamentalist kinky gay if ever I heard one
kinky evil former Puritan vampire
i found out i had a quaker cousin from the 1600s named Wrestling. as in, from the torah, Jacob’s wrestling with an angel. She also had a brother named Repentance and one of her sisters was named Fear.
Absolutely losing my mind over Love, Patience, Fear, Wrestling and fucking Jonathan
“Are video games art?” They’re actually so not art that they’re negative art. If you play Diablo 3 for an hour and forty-two minutes you’ve no longer ever seen Casablanca. Every 100 levels you beat in Candy Crush deletes all your opinions about an exhibit in the Tate Modern.
I’m going to point out that you are fucking wrong. There are a lot of indie games I would consider art. What remains of Edith Finch is in my opinion a piece of art. If Found is a fantastic narrative game about primarily the experiences of a trans woman in Ireland in the 1990s.
AAA games are not art. But some indie games might be.
it’s really weird having a first dog be blind and then getting a second who can see…like how was I supposed to be prepared for this.
this creature can perceive when I put the treats up on the high shelf. or when I hide stuff behind my back. I can’t fool her!! she’s always watching me and she shouldn’t have this much knowledge!!!
I walk around at night and I shine my flash light directly into her eyes and I’ll just be standing there staring at her weird blue orbs for like 5 seconds until I realize it’s probably extremely annoying to her, because she has eyes!! I’ll turn on the light in the room and she gruffs and grumbles like ?? oh right!! light wakes you up!! the fuck??
the absolutely wild implication of this, that god was previously playing fast and loose with his own acts of good and evil but then had to start being considerate about what he was doing because now mankind is watching and we know.
God’s worst mistake was opening our eyes and mouths, for now we can turn to him and name his sins
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