I really wanted to make an animatic to this song with Cult of the lamb bc im hyperfixating on them both-
Instead of being excecuted like in the game, my lamb was traveling in a group trying to run away from the bishops when they got ambushed by them instead :)
for extras i used some of my followers lambs/goats!
i dont know their tumblr handles so ill list down here their users:
Sorry for the long ass comic, it wasn’t intentional I swear-
This scene takes place after the lamb kills the third bishop and unlocks Sin of the Flesh, curiosity gets the better of the Lamb and sure enough, the results are overwhelming. Since then, Crowne just kinda decided to stay in this form whenever he is wandering about as it brings the lamb a bit of comfort.
They know their brother is gone, but they can’t help but cling to a false version of him.
Thank you so much for this, I just found your blog and fell in love with this and it actually got me to write again so thank you, and here’s a present the thing I wrote because of this thanks.
Never in my life I thought I would inspire someone to write something based on my work, I feel honored! Thank you so much. FYI, I love this so much. You really portrayed Crowne personality so well in this I’m in awe-
Again, thank you so much! You’re getting my own creative juices flowing~
Lil thing I had in my head last night so got it sketched up rq on my break. Loosely based on another thing I’m working on but that’s not important rn lol
This’d be very unethical to do IRL, but I’d like to do an experiment where you raise someone without exposing them to ANY established fictional media and seeing what, if any, kind of story or fiction they can tell
There could be a grander scale experiment involving the kids who did this experiment who’ve grown up and become parents. Essentially creating an new line of culture untouched by the wider world. It’d be mad interesting to see what it’d be like
Idk about this one boys, Cookie Monster always refers to Cookie Monster’s self as “Cookie Monster”.
no he doesn’t. he refers to himself as “me.” elmo’s the one that talks in third person. that’s the joke. elmo doesn’t use pronouns and cookie monster is blue. how dare you assume i made this post and didnt know my fucking sesame street history. christ
We all got that one vassal who’s read a few too many warrior tales… Trying to get a little freaky with it on the down low… Won’t shut up about his loyalty unto death… Saying shit like “my liege, I am your blade….” Bitch I sent you to guard my isolated holdings in the eastern provinces for a reason!!!!!!! #REBLOG!!!!!
Consider: Aliens land on Earth, they are vaguely humanoid in shape and size, but there is no real way to communicate with them. They’re social, curious and friendly, though, and try to get to know humans and interact with us the same way as cats do. By mirroring.
They follow humans around - not necessarily any specific ones, but just wandering wherever people go - and do human things with them. Or at least do their best to try. In gravely serious, intensely focused, but deeply confused silence, they join human activities with this air of “I don’t understand what we’re doing, or what this achieves, but we’re doing it together now.”
When there are people waiting at bus stops, one or two of the creatures will join the group, standing in wait. When the bus comes, they’ll join the queue lining up inside, and once inside, turn their open palm into a light source and show it to the bus driver in the exact same way as the people showing their bus passes from their phones (the aliens’ ability to shapeshift this way has raised theories that they may not be naturally as humanoid as they seem, they’ve just adopted the human shape to better interact with us), and then go find seats wherever, just like humans do.
They’re not going anywhere in particular, nor are they capable of actually paying for their ride, but since there doesn’t seem to be any force to stop them from this, people just have to accept their presence. If the bus is crowded, they’ll stand just like people do - and sometimes when seated aliens see a human offer their seat to someone who is pregnant, disabled or elderly, they will unpromptedly get up and offer their own to the nearest standing human.
They go to churches, temples, grocery stores, libraries, wherever people go, and clearly try their best to do whatever people are doing. In temples and holy places, they will sometimes join hymns in their eerie, wordless howls, which follow no melody but stop when humans stop singing. They sit and stand where the people do, and copy the positions in which humans pray, and many places of worship don’t just tolerate, but downright welcome them - no matter what these creatures are, do they not have the right to pray?
In the libraries they are silent, eerily wandering the hallways, picking up books at random and staring at the pages, turning the page this way or that every few minutes. They don’t bother anyone much, once the librarians figured out how to make them put the books they pick up into the returns cart, instead of some random place in the shelves. Some of them seem to enjoy simply grabbing random books, and carrying the whole piles to the returns cart.
They don’t understand why we do what we do. We don’t understand why they do what they do. But we’re now doing it together.
ppl trying to make some of these ships all cute n domestic dont seem to understand these characters are insane. they would have sex by standing on opposite sides of the room fully clothed playing mind games
I miss when library books used to have little paper pockets inside with a list of all the people who borrowed it and when… I hate that this is now exclusive knowledge of librarians. I do care that a miss Mariana borrowed this book in 1985 and then Dario in 1997. They’re my brothers and sisters
but really, there’s a million reasons why it’s an issue for users and staff of the public library to have immediate access to a record of who has borrowed a specific item and when.
and that’s not even about keeping the information “privileged” to the library staff, these days they don’t even keep a digital record of an item’s history of borrowers; once you return a book, there isn’t a list of everyone thats ever taken that book out that your name gets added to (though they probably take a tally of how many times it is checked out for circulation statistics).
i think the card system is a remnant of a culture that could only exist in the world before the internet as it exists today, where this identifying kind of information wasn’t always readily at your fingertips, even for those at the “information professional” level.
don’t get me wrong here, i do understand the nostalgia factor to it as being part of a different time, but i think it’s always important to understand why this kind of system has its flaws and has been (at least in north america) taken out of practice
bear in mind that US public libraries spent most of the past twenty years fighting off lawsuits that they were prohibited from disclosing to the public because when 9/11 happened the federal government wanted a list of every person who read certain books and the librarians had a really bad feeling about where that kind of policy would end up going, for some reason.
not keeping the records in the first place is a way for the libraries to protect themselves when they stand up for your privacy.
Senshi and Uncle Iroh would be such good friends guys can you imagine
I have decided that if the Gaang met the Dungeon Foodies (Doodies) then the following would likely occur:
Iroh, and Zuko would mesh beautifully with the group, RIGHT up until someone mentioned eating dragons, at which point Iroh and Zuko’s storyline would abruptly become a psychological horror
Marcille and Katara would either become Bee Eff Effsies or Claw Each Other’s Eyes Out and I cannot decide which
Toph and Izutsumi would immediately become Worse together
Sokka and Laios would immediately become Worse together
Aang would regard Senshi with the respect befitting of an Air Nomad Elder RIGHT until he has to watch the guy butcher and field dress an animal. They would then go on a life changing road trip thematic of consuming ethical meat. Aang would remain a vegetarian but would learn a lot about alternative sources of iron and protein, after which he would finally hit a growth spurt to rival Sokka.
Laios would drink poison cactus water.
Sokka would drink poison cactus water again.
Catty Bitch Besties Azula + Kazu Agenda feat. Azula Redemption Arc: Homocidal Rage Trauma Demon to Healthy Low Empathy Teen Queen Transformation. Kazu remains the same but learns to say bitchy shit straight to people’s faces instead of repressing it
(Always Sunny title card) Laios Eats A Turtleduck
(Always Sunny title card) Toph Masters Black Magic. feat. Legally Blonde voice: “What, like it’s hard?”
Senshi is an earthbender. This part is never fully explained.
Chilchuck and Toph start an illegal gambling den that Sokka righteously moves to shut down for about .5 seconds until he learns that he is a FANTASTIC at counting cards.
Laois Blue Spirit Fanboy Agenda
Literally anyone accuses Laois or Zuko of misinterpreting a social cue / weird dumb metaphor / nonsensical story / tradition and the other immediately backs him up like “what are you talking about he’s right” and “this is the only guy here who makes any sense, the rest of you are freaks”.
(Always Sunny Title Card) Aang Adopts A Dirt Homunculus
Iroh gives Chilchuck The Talk
Oh wait I’m not done
17. Reverse “Half-Foots Look like Childrento Tallmen” issue where Chilchuck learns Toph is the Blind Bandit and a master earthbender who invented metal bending and was once a champion fighter and just assumes Toph is a full-grown half-foot. Only learns otherwise after they have pulled off several drunken crime sprees
18. Toph, on the other hand, is fully aware that Chilchuck is a grown ass man and just figures he’s cool
19. Katara and Marcille bond over Forbidden Evil Magic; Katara learns to use blood bending for not-horrific things (medicine, first aid, prepping wild-caught meat, etc) and Marcille learns to heal more efficiently
20. Laios can see and communicate with literally all the previous avatars but just kinda pretends he can’t since nobody else has brought them up yet and he doesn’t want it to be a whole Thing
21. Group runs into a platypus and each gang thinks it’s an animal from the other’s universe. Everyone proceeds to act as though they know exactly what it is in hopes of not appearing ignorant. Neither of them actually knows anything. Through a series of misunderstandings, it is given a nonsensical name and is believed to be an immortal, telepathic incarnation of a heavenly spirit. Laios is the only one to question this and is immediately stung by its venomous feet, which only cements the legend
22. (Always Sunny title card) King Buumi Defeats The Mad Mage
Have been thinking a lot lately about how, when a new technology emerges, people who were born after the shift have trouble picturing exactly what The Before was like (example, the fanfic writer who described the looping menu on a VHS tape), and even people who were there have a tendency to look back and go “Wow, that was… wild.”
Today’s topic: The landline. A lot of people still have them, but as it’s not the only game in town, it’s an entirely different thing now.
(Credit to @punk-de-l-escalier who I was talking to about this and made some contributions)
for most of the heyday of the landline, there was no caller ID of any kind. Then it was a premium service, and unless you had a phone with Caller ID capability– and you didn’t– you had to buy a special box for it. (It was slightly smaller than a pack of cigarettes.)
Starting in the early nineties, there WAS a way to get the last number dialed, and if desired, call it back. It cost 50 cents. I shit you not, the way you did it was dialing “*69”. There’s no way that was an accident.
If you moved, unless it was in the same city– and in larger cities, the same PART of the city– you had to change phone numbers.
As populations grew, it was often necessary to take a whole bunch of people and say “Guess what? You have a new area code now.”
The older the house, the fewer phone jacks it had. When I was a kid, the average middle-class house had a phone jack in the kitchen, and one in the master bedroom. Putting in a new phone jack was expensive… but setting up a splitter and running a long phone cord under the carpet, through the basement or attic, or just along the wall and into the next room was actually pretty cheap.
Even so, long phone cords were pretty much a thing on every phone that could be conveniently picked up and carried.
The first cordless phones were incredibly stupid. Ask the cop from my hometown who was talking to his girlfriend on a cordless phone about the illegal shit he was doing, and his wife could hear the whole thing through her radio.
For most of the heyday of the landline, there was no contact list. Every number was dialed manually. Starting in the mid-eighties, you could get a phone with speed dial buttons, but I cannot stress how much they sucked, because you had to label them with a goddamn pencil, you only had ten or twenty numbers, reprogramming them was a bitch, and every once in a while would lose all of the number in its memory.
All of the phone numbers in your city or metro area were delivered to you once a year in The Phone Book, which was divided between the White Pages (Alphabetic), the Yellow Pages (Businesses, by type, then alphabetic), and the Blue Pages (any government offices in your calling area (which we will get to in a moment)).
Listing in the white pages was automatic; to get an unlisted number cost extra.
Since people would grab the yellow pages, find the service they need, and start calling down the list, a lot of local business names where chosen because they started with “A”, and “Aardvark” was a popular name.
Yes, a fair chunk of the numbers in it were disconnected or changed between the time it was printed and it got to your door, much less when you actually looked it up.
One phone line per family was the norm.
Lots and lots and LOTS of kids got in trouble because their parents eavesdropped on the conversation by picking up another phone connected to the same line.
A fair number of boys with similar voices to their father got in trouble because one of their friends didn’t realize who they were talking to.
And of course, there were the times where you couldn’t leave the house, because you were expecting an important phone call.
Or when you were in a hotel and had to pay a dollar per call. (I imagine those charges haven’t gone away, but who pays them?)
Since you can’t do secondary bullet points, I’ll break a couple of these items out to their own lists, starting with Answering Machines.
these precursors to voicemail were a fucking nightmare.
The first generation of consumer answering machines didn’t reach the market until the mid-eighties. They recorded both the outgoing message and the incoming calls onto audio cassettes.
due to linear nature of the audio cassette, the only way to save an incoming call was to physically remove the cassette and replace it with a new one.
they were prone to spectacular malfunction; if the power went out, rather than simply fail to turn back on, they would often rewind the cassette for the incoming messages to the beginning, because it no longer knew where the messages were, or how many there were.
Another way they could go wrong was to start playing the last incoming call as the outgoing message.
Most people, rather than trying to remember to turn it on each time they went out and turn it off when they got back, would just leave it on, particularly when they discovered that you could screen incoming calls with it.
Rather a lot of people got themselves in trouble because they either didn’t get to the phone before the answering machine, or picked up when they heard who was calling, and forgot that the answering machine was going– thus recording some or all of the phone call.
Eventually the implemented a feature where you could call your answering machine, enter a code, and retrieve your messages. The problem was that most people couldn’t figure out how to change their default code, and those that did didn’t know it reset anytime the power went out. A guy I went to college with would call his ex-girlfriend’s machine– and her current boyfriend’s– and erase all the messages. He finally got busted when she skipped class and heard the call come in.
And, of course, there’s the nightmare that was long-distance.
Calls within your local calling area were free. (Well, part of the monthly charge.) This usually meant the city you lived in and its suburbs. Anything outside this calling area was an extra per-minute charge.
This charge varied by time of day and day of the week, which made things extra fun when your friend on the west coast waited until 9pm for the lower charges, but you were on the east coast and it was midnight.
Depending on your phone company, and your long distance plan, the way your long distance work varied wildly. Usually in-state was cheaper– with zones within the state that varied by price, and out of state had its own zones.
Your long distance plan came in lots and lots of distracting packages, and was billed to your phone bill.
At one point, when I was living in North Carolina, a scammer set themselves up as a long distance company and notified the phone company that a shitload of people had switched to their service. They got caught fairly quickly, but I was annoyed because they were actually charging less than AT&T.
“Would you like to change your long distance plan” was the 80’s and 90’s equivalent of “We have important news about your car insurance.”
Had a friend who lived at the edge of a suburb in Birmingham, and for her to call her friend two miles down the street was long-distance, because the boundary of the calling area was right between them.
Next tell them about calling “collect” and the commercials it spawned in the 90s.
Oh, right.
If you needed to call someone from a payphone and didn’t have the quarter, or you needed to call someone long distance and not pay for it yourself, you could place a collect call. Originally, this meant talking to the operator, who would call the person, ask if they would accept the charges on THEIR bill, and if they did, put the call through.
Eventually, this got automated– you’d call a number, punch in the number you wanted to dial, and record your name, and a computer would call the other person.
Charges for a collect call were higher than if you paid them directly.
Even before this was automated, people had ways of getting around the charges– “If I give my name as ‘Charlie’ it means I arrived okay, but if I give my name as 'Chuck’, decline the charges and call me back.” Once it was automated, you could actually give a two-second message.
Oh, yeah, and payphones. Until the early aughts, there were phones everywhere that you could put in coins and make a phone call. The phrase “It’s your dime” is left over from when it cost ten cents, and continued well into the age where the call cost a quarter. (In that age, we developed “Here’s a quarter. Call someone who cares.”)
Payphones were everywhere and completely unmonitored, making them the method of choice for lots of illegal or just annoying activities, since you could trace the call to the phone and still have no idea who placed the call.
Originally, payphones were enclosed in a booth for privacy, but between the fact that these booths got used for non-phone activities– sex, drugs, changing into superhero costumes*– and the fact that, with such privacy, people would tie up the payphone for extended periods of times, the concept of the “phone booth” got redefined to what we would call a kiosk today.
*this was a staple of Superman comics. I can’t remember which movie it was, but there was a scene where Clark pulled at his tie then suddenly realized it was a MODERN phone booth– a kiosk– and that wouldn’t work.
Landlines were household numbers, not individual numbers the way cellphones are. (occasionally a teen might have their own line but this was rare)
Kids were expected to be able to answer the household phone reasonably politely from a young age.
As a kid, I got drilled on “I’m sorry, she can’t come to the phone right now. Can I take a message?” to obscure the difference between Mom is busy, Mom is in the bathroom, and I am home alone and thus at risk.
Managing the long curly phone cord took skill. If you stretched it around a corner, it would sweep things off tables. The spiral would invert in places, making it look ugly and move less predictably.
Kids were expected to memorize their home phone number from a fairly early age. (not as much to call themselves as to tell an adult if they got lost or otherwise needed help)
You could have an unlisted (not in the phone book) number in most places. Single women sometimes put their first initial instead of their first name.
Schools sometimes made phone trees for efficient spreading of information like snow days (for schools too small to have that information on the radio). They were written-out paper trees where one person would call the next two or three, and each of them would call the next two, and so on.
Babysitters were sometimes left with the number of the restaurant the parents would be at, for emergencies.
And all of this is for later landlines, from the 60s-90s. Before then, things were different!
Party lines. The first several decades of phones being common, they did not have a single dedicated phone line to each individual house, because that would have been too expensive. Instead, there was a single phone line that went to every house on the street. Every house had a different ring pattern so you could tell which house was being called, but anybody who misheard it (or was nosy) could pick up their phone and listen to anybody else’s phone conversations any time they wanted to. There was usually a slight click sound as they picked it up, but you might not be able to tell. This was another reason for using phone booths for any sensitive conversation.
Calls were connected by a living person (almost always a woman). You told the operator who you wanted to call (which might be a name, and might be a word+number, like “Pensylvannia 6-5000” of the famous song) and they would physically plug in a cable to the phone line you wanted to reach. There were automatic switching machines starting in the 1880s, but most places didn’t have them until fairly late–the last manual switchboard in the UK wasn’t replaced with a mechanical one until 1960. And even if your area had automated calls for local numbers, a long-distance call would require an operator. On early phones, you got the operator by picking up the phone; once you had an automatic switching machine, you had to dial zero, but there was always an operator on duty and easy to reach.
Operators, redux. A large apartment building or office building might have separate lines for each apartment or major office. But they didn’t have separate phone numbers for all of those different extensions! Instead, they would have an operator for the building whose job was to connect people. This led to answering services. If a person lived in such a building, they could pay to have the operator take messages for them when they weren’t home.
Monopoly. Pretty much all telephone lines in a country would be owned by a single company, in the US it was AT&T, sometimes called “Ma Bell,” because it had originally been called the Bell Telephone Company. AT&T was forced to de-monopolize in 1982, leading to the development of competing phone companies.
Billing. Local calls were included as part of your monthly bill, but long-distance calls were billed as separate line items, so you could look at your bill and tell every single long-distance call from your phone that month. And it added up, so people did look a lot of letter-writing. You’d call long-distance for an emergency or big news, but people rarely called long-distance just to talk. Instead, they would write letters.
International calls. International calls were crazy expensive.
For quite a good run of time there, the phone lines were their own distinct thing, which ran along the same poles as the power. So quite often, the power to your house would go out, but your landline could still make calls. You could in fact call the power company about the outage.
A lot of that wiring is still physically there afaik, but modern landlines are VOIP and generally run through your modem, so when you lose power you also lose phone, which has definitely given cell phones a clear utility boost.
You can see the characters in the Andy Griffith show using the Party Line to eavesdrop on their neighbors conversations, and everyone there was aware that their neighbors might be listening in. Most were okay with it, but if it was something very private or important they would specifically tell anybody else on the line to hang up. They anticipated their neighbors being nosy and not announcing that they’d joined the call.
The neighbors could eavesdrop on each other without getting caught by putting their finger on the receiver before raising the phone off of it, and then slowly releasing it afterwards. This prevented the other people on the line from hearing the telltale click of them picking up the phone. In order to remain stealthy they would have to carefully and slowly lower the phone back down when hanging up as well.
I just wanted to add stuff I remembered.
when I was a kid (the 90s mostly) I wasn’t allowed to leave a certain defined area around my home without enough change to use a pay phone. we never did the collect call scam like a lot of people are talking about, though I knew people who did. this was true of a lot of kids- usually you had a quarter or two in your pocket, if you were going too far from home, in the 90s.
I remember being incensed about the price for the pay phone going up from a quarter. (I think it went up to 35 cents, I was outraged)
beepers (aka pagers) were a thing where you could call a number, put a phone number or code in, and it would show up on the beeper screen. a lot of people wore them on their belts. my mom was disabled and stayed at home, she had special codes to send to Dad’s beeper to let him know if she was leaving the house and when she was home (she was disabled and on heavy medication for years, he actually did need to be able to tell if she was out, or at home and not answering the phone- she passed out in the kitchen a couple of times). mostly they were in use in the 80s to 90s, but some places still use them (they’re popular at hospitals).
the internet ran off land line (I think this is common knowledge but idk anymore) and you could knock someone off the internet by picking up the phone. we actually had a second land line to our house that was dedicated to the modem for this exact reason. It was probably very expensive to install. I have no idea, I was, like, 9 when we moved into that place.
when we switched to I think cable internet? or dsl? whichever, after that, I had my own phone number in my room when that was still a cool thing for a teenager to have. (I was the least cool teenager imaginable) it was so cool because it meant you could have your own private conversations and be a lot more sure they were private. I used this to have the dorkiest conversations possible because, as I’ve said, I was the least cool teenager imaginable.
phones had actual bells in them, for a long time. they ring because they used to have actual bells that were rung when a call went through. I don’t know when this stopped happening, presumably the 80s? but, anyway, if you weren’t sure about that terminology, now you know. literal actual bells.
(I found a diagram that called them gongs? maybe there’s a technical difference, but gongs are also rung)
phones used to be stupid heavy. I remember the first time I used my grandma’s cordless phone I was shocked by how light it was, and we had a fairly slim handset at home. if you ever see someone hit someone in the face with a phone in older action movies, that was genuinely heavy enough to be used as a blunt weapon (and probably could still make the call afterwards, old rotary phones were fucking tanks)
As someone who is absolutely not anything even close to an archaeologist, and has only a passing knowledge of history and its study, here’s the detail that really stuck out to me.
For the sheep bones they found, of creatures that died in the disaster which destroyed the settlement, there’s lambs in a particular age range; and from THAT, they conclude at what time of year this happened.
Just here to say that I’m not seeing enough people talking about the fact that Just Stop Oil is literally funded by the Getty family, specially Aileen Getty, the oil baroness. That’s probably a good reason why a lot of their tactics in the news lately have seemed strange.
IT IS NOT A PSYOP
Just Stop Oil: Is the UK-based climate movement in the pocket of oil billionaires (on jpost)
Aileen Getty is one of several heirs to the $5.4 billion Getty fortune, which the family acquired through their oil company, founded in 1942. While the company no longer exists today, having been sold in the early 2000s, the money certainly still does, and so people have started questioning if, in reality, Aileen Getty still has active links to the oil industry.
However, unless Getty is investing in oil ventures so secretive that there are no records of them available to the public, the opposite appears to be true. In 2012, she founded the Aileen Getty Foundation, which, according to the foundation’s objectives, “supports a wide range of local and global organizations and initiatives that enhance the environment, our communities and the lives of individuals through innovation, preservation, connection and kindness.”
Based on this, it would appear that the heiress to an oil fortune has been using her money to combat the very business in which her family found its fortune.
In 2019, Getty provided the foundational grant to establish CEF and has pledged over half a million dollars to their cause, citing her belief that civil disruption is the only way to make a change on the climate emergency front.
Here’s some actual journalism there about Getty’s involvement with the oil industry.
And from a NY Times article These Groups Want Disruptive Climate Protests. Oil Heirs Are Funding Them.
Sharing these goals with the Climate Emergency Fund is the Equation Campaign. Founded in 2020, it provides financial support and legal defense to people living near pipelines and refineries who are trying to stop fossil fuel expansion, through methods including civil disobedience.
Strikingly, both organizations are backed by oil-fortune families whose descendants feel a responsibility to reverse the harms done by fossil fuels. Aileen Getty, whose grandfather created Getty Oil, helped found the Climate Emergency Fund and has given it $1 million so far.
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The Equation Campaign started in 2020 with a $30 million pledge, to be distributed over 10 years, from two members of the Rockefeller family, Rebecca Rockefeller Lambert and Peter Gill Case. John D. Rockefeller founded Standard Oil in 1870 and became the country’s first billionaire.
“It’s time to put the genie back in the bottle,” Mr. Case wrote in an email. “I feel a moral obligation to do my part. Wouldn’t you?”
The statement in the Guardian in 2021:
Fossil fuels made our families rich. Now we want this industry to end by Aileen Getty and Rebecca Rockefeller Lambert
and in comparison the Fox News talking point you’re all regurgitating:
Big Oil heiress funding ‘Just Stop Oil’ group that threw soup on Van Gogh painting
So in summary:
Getty Oil no longer exists, and hasn’t done for 20 odd years.
Aileen Getty had no involvement with the company when was operating, her wealth is inherited.
The Greepoint oil spill took place in 1978.
At this time Aileen Getty was 21, dropping out of university, becoming an anti-war protestor and artist.
She was an AIDS activist in the 80s, and has been an environmental activist for many, many years as well.
There are no public records of her currently, or ever, being involved in the oil industry at all.
Her foundation donates to many environmental causes, including Sea Shepherd, who are the farthest thing from phony.
They also funded the scientists who chained themselves to government buildings not long ago.
Fox News is running many articles about how they are funded by Big Oil, discrediting one of the largest environmentalist action groups out there.
The attack on the art gallery is because they accepted sponsorship from oil companies, which they say is hypocritical as preserving art is pointless when society is due to be destroyed.
This is the same rationale behind the attack on Stonehenge
So maybe you should think about what propaganda you are not immune to.
Just because you don’t like how a particular protest is performed doesn’t make it a psyop for fucks sake.
Just Stop Oil began with a campaign of trespass and sabotage to disrupt fossil fuel infrastructure, occupying oil depots and blockading trucks to attempt to force concessions from the government. However, as the group’s focus has shifted towards more public-facing forms of disruption they are often asked why it doesn’t pick targets more closely related to fossil fuels. Most of the people I interviewed were frustrated by the idea that the group should go back to targeting depots, feeling that a lot of armchair generals were unaware that this approach had already been tried. One young woman who agreed to an interview expressed her frustration with these criticisms:
“I’ve been told so many fucking times: Go to Parliament Square, go to an oil refinery or whatever. I’ve locked myself to an oil tanker for 36 hours. Nothing. I was just at Parliament Square for three days with 60,000 people, nothing happened. But my best friend throws soup on a fucking Van Gogh and we’re in the news for months.”
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There is an attractive simplicity to the idea that environmental activism should focus on the things that are destroying the planet. For activists anxious about their own role in the climate crisis these moral justifications were often deeply connected to their initial motivations to “take action.” The use of militaristic language to describe fossil fuel infrastructure as a “legitimate target” was also a common theme in the interviews.
Yet most people I spoke with admitted that — while they did not like inconveniencing the public — actions that focused solely on infrastructure were ignored by both the media and the government. A more senior member of JSO explained why he felt the actions at oil depots had been ineffectual:
“With the infrastructure, it was brilliant because we shut that shit down. The problem was nobody reported it. Nobody heard about it. It didn’t get out there because the media won’t cover you if they can’t vilify you. We hate having to rely on the media, but right now we need our messages in the heads of as many people as possible, and that doesn’t happen without the media being used as an amplifier.”
The discussion around Ariel TheLittleMermaid baffles me bc if my dad literally destroyed a bunch of stuff I collected in front of me in a terrifyingly violent display of anger and I had a witch offer me an out if I could score the boy I thought was hot, my name would be on that dotted line before you can say “poor unfortunate soul”. What do you mean she’s stupid, her dad ravaged her Special Interest Cave like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum, I would also run the fuck away
The smartest move would have been to become Ursula’s co-conspirator (rather than property as stipulated by the contract) and overthrow him, then overthrow Ursula, but I understand why she did not do this because few 16 year olds have the stomach for murder
There should be a comic or manga about a maid who is very annoyed with her coworkers because she’s trying to clean the mansion and make sure dinner is served on time and all the linens are put away, but she’s the only one who is here to do all that. She’s an actual Victorian-style housemaid, but the rest of the maids are maids in the hentai/erotica sense.
So she’s going to check and see why the paintings in the east wing haven’t been dusted, and walks in on the maid responsible getting eaten out by a scullery maid on a pile of dirty laundry. She’s like “sigh, just try to do your duties when you’re done?”
She’s having to work late into the night mopping the kitchen floors because the maids who are supposed to do that have been tied up in the dungeon by the lady of the house for like four days now.
She never gets involved in all this hankypanky. She’s way too busy for any of that, since she’s having to do all the tasks that are getting interrupted by all the damn sex.
She has to do the grocery shopping herself because everyone else she’s tried singing just comes back with alcohol and whipped cream and condoms and that’s not going to help with Thursday’s lobster bisque dinner, now is it?
She did try to ask the head chef what ingredients they needed for the meal but he just listed off every aphrodisiac food he could think of. She sighs. “The French”, she thinks while rolling her eyes.
She is very overworked and sighs a lot. I kinda love this character and she’s only existed for the duration of this post. Ace maid!
map showing the way europe played 5d ping pong with its words for vampires. had to do my own damn map of this so i thought i’d share it cause why not
some words of explanation:
the root of most of these, excluding the blue ones, comes from Turkic languages (most likely Tatar, but we aren’t exactly sure, so for simplicity i just made the slightly redder starting point in eastern Turkey, I am ready to face death at the hands of professional linguists) from words like “ubyr”, “opyr”, “uber”, and other variations of that. the general consensus is that they initially meant “witch”.
“strix” is Latin for owl; “striges” were owl-like female demons from ancient Rome who fed on human organs, mentioned for example in the Satyricon. “strega” is Italian for “witch”.
the Greek “vrykolakas” comes from the Slavic “vukodlak”, technically meaning “werewolf”, but in reality it was used for vampires as well. the vrykolakas were definitely more vampires than werewolves, being dead bodies who rose from the grave.
the Russian “vurdalak” appeared only in the 19th century with Pushkin’s works, because he read Byron’s “The Giaour” in which there is a footnote explaining that the Greek word for vampire is “Vardoulacha” (close enough, I guess) and he made his own version based on that
Everyone now uses “vampire” and variations thereof due to pure chance, because it just so happened that the first reports about the living dead reached western Europe from Serbia thanks to Austrian officials recording the panic surrounding Petar Blagojević. It eventually circled back to Eastern Europe in that form overthrowing most of the regional variants like upyr. This map is focused on Poland in this regard because I am Polish and this map is intended for a presentation for a Polish audience.
“East European Vampires” by Felix Oinas (this one is slightly outdated, but the etymological parts seemed fine when compared to other sources)
it is also still simplified a lot as i omitted other words in other languages about similar phenomena, like the romanian moroi and vârcolac (which is also related to vukodlak, wilkołak etc), the other greek type of “vampire” that was the tympaniaioi and a lot of polish regional variants that i know of like łopi, upierz etc etc
i think jackoff videos are neat because each one teaches me a little more about the person
its like some people use one hand, some two hand, some do that twist near the top, some grab it from the other side, some go straight for the base, some go for the frenulum, some focus on the tip exclusively, some switch hands midway through, some go slow the whole time, some speed up, some go 100mph from the start, some do short strokes, some long strokes, some erratic
its like there are so many ways to water a flower
And at the end of it all you come to the conclusion that the human penis is just a flesh bopit
I’m like if a chivalrous knight kissed a fair maiden’s hand and said “my lady, I fight for you” and then walked off and immediately tripped over his own armor and fell on the ground
the Salem storyline in Sabrina the teenage witch is so so good bc like the wizard supreme court or whatever is like ‘this man is the most dangerous war criminal in history. he has tried to commit genocide and become a dictator in many different dimensions. we can’t give him the death penalty bc he used dark ancient magic to make himself immortal so we’ve trapped him in the body of a feline for eternal torture. it is the Spellman’s duty to hold him prisoner for us’. and then the Spellman’s are just like kitty,,,………..we’re gonna get him a special pillow to sit on and buy him funny little outfits and cuddle with him while we sleep. he’s the glue holding this family together we love him so much
You shouldn’t have to be trans to get any sex characteristic-related surgery. It’s not a limited resource. Plenty of cis men get implants and cis women get breast reductions. From Colby Gordon today and Leslie Feinberg in Transgender Warriors (1996).
fundamentally it’s all just body modification and that’s all good
Look you don’t have to be dysphoric about your entire gender to be dysphoric about specific body parts. People should be able to get top surgery or a hysterectomy or whatever, on demand. For whatever reason.
Getting rid of my uterus was one of my first experiences of gender euphoria, before I knew what nonbinary was.
I asked for a breast reduction, they refused on the grounds that it was cosmetic, that my breasts weren’t large enough to require a medical reduction. I boggled at that, and then said, “Fine, I’m nonbinary, we’ll go the gender confirmation route.”
And that got the process done. I am nonbinary, but it shouldn’t have taken that to get 22 fucking pounds of breast tissue removed. How goddamn large did they have to be to justify a medical reduction? My O2 sats went up after the surgery despite the post surgical binder. I medically needed them gone. I could not medically get them gone, but could do it as gender affirming care.
Someone close to me would benefit from a hysterectomy, wants a hysterectomy, and was told that her excruciating pain and excessive bleeding and exhaustion and lack of interest in future procreation was not sufficient to get a hysterectomy paid for by medicaid, but when that person said, “I’m genderfluid and I want gender affirming care” suddenly everything was covered.
And I 100% support that, even though it didn’t even occur to her to think of herself as anything but female until I suggested it, but on thinking about it she decided genderfluid worked for her.
But even as a nonbinary person, I am DEEPLY disturbed that the easiest way to get essential care is to stop being female. What the everlasting fuck. Just give women hysterectomies if they want them. Same as you do for vasectomies. Someone wants smaller tits or no tits? De-vavavoom them.
And if you have to ask for gender affirming care in order to get necessary medical treatment? Go forth with my blessing.
Han: ugh, I’m going crazy, I’m so hungry! Luke: well I could make a grilled cheese? Han: no offense, kid, but I don’t think you know how to boil water. Luke: *offended scoff*
So I just went with my buddy while he got a rib tattoo, and they hurt like a lot, so he’s over there grimacing and being a huge manbaby so I just reach over and grab his hand so he can squeeze it because I’m a good person who helps others
And he’s clinging to my hand like it’s a life preserver and I’m being me and talking about nonsense like Grimace from the McDonalds commercials and how R2D2 is always ready to throw hands, and whatever, and the artist keeps glancing over at me and I’m like do your tattoo bro I’ve got my buddy handled
But then I realize he’s like, looking over because he can’t tell if he’s seeing something or not, and I glance down and I see my rainbow scalemail bracelet, and how I’m talking to my buddy all fondly and I’m like stroking his arm like he’s a wounded animal, and right as it clicks in my head the tattoo artist asks in his most nonchalant voice possible, like intentionally bland, I’m just talking about the weather haha what do you mean voice:
“So, are you guys close?”
And my gay ass is over to the side internally screaming because yeah, I am gay, but like this is just me being a good bro and my buddy is COMPLETELY OBLVIOUS TO WHAT IS HAPPENING BECAUSE HE’S A GARBAGE STRAIGHT PERSON AND HE SAYS
“Yeah of course, that’s why I asked him to come”
SO NOW THE TATTOO ARTIST THINKS HE’S RIGHT AND HE HAS A GAY COUPLE GETTING A TATTOO AND MY BUDDY HAS NO IDEA AND I’M AWKWARDLY SITTING HERE LIKE SHOULD I STOP HOLDING HIS HAND??? SHOULD I CORRECT THIS TATTOO ARTIST??? SHOULD I LET MY BUDDY KNOW??? MY GAY ASS DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE BEING INCORRECTLY ACCUSED OF BEING GAY, WHAT DO YOU DO
So that tattoo artist is like “Cool man, that’s great. Good for you.”
So then my buddy is like can I get some water, and the guy comes back with one bottle of water and my buddy takes a drink and then hands it to me, and I’m like obviously he has to lay down and needs me to hold his water so I just hold it in my hand, but turns out he was offering me water, so he turns to me and is like Colton, drink some water, and I take a drink and my garbage lizard brain is like “You’re drink sharing in front of the tattoo artist, now he KNOWS he’s right”
So we’re talking about tattoos with the artist and I mention that I’m getting a tattoo in September and my buddy is like “Yeah I’m gonna go and hold HIS hand for that one haha” and the tattoo artist FUCKING SAYS “I mean, I should hope so”
I MEAN, I SHOULD HOPE SO
I MEAN, I SHOULD HOPE SO
AND NO ONE ACTUALLY BROUGHT IT UP. I KNEW WHAT THE TATTOO ARTIST WAS THINKING BUT DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING TO CORRECT HIM. NOW WHEN MY BUDDY GOES BACK AND GETS HIS NEXT TATTOO IN THE FUTURE AND I’M NOT THERE HE’S GOING TO GO “OH WHERE’S YOUR BOYFRIEND”
