People disliking when people point out the similarities between the holocaust and the Palestinian genocide (despite the fact some of the methods of eradication/military methods/sentiments of ethnic cleansing and racial purity are not only identical but some are literally directly implemented from nazi ideology as well) is just proof they don’t see it as a real genocide
The problem with commercial F/M romance is that it’s written by the most heterosexual women alive and reading it you feel yourself slowly suffocating from the Gender of it all like a fish in a eutrophying lake. And what we actually need as a culture is F/M written by insane bisexuals violently allergic to heteronormativity
non furries are so annoying about the semantics of calling something a furry. “erm wouldnt that be like.. a feathery???” its an avian and its still a furry. ok yes you can call the slug a slimy thats funny. but these are all fursonas. unless theyre not. i hope this hurts you
which unironic opinion i've heard on tumblr do you agree with the most?
worrying for the safety of a loved one in israel means that you support the genocide in gaza
white americans don't have an ethnicity or culture
americans in the south, including white americans, are oppressed by northerners for being southern to the point that northerners can do predatory sex tourism there
the soviet union was a great for women and racial/ethnic minorities
physically disabled people excluding mentally disabled people from conversations about disability is okay because black lives matter is only about black people
social media is a more trustworthy place for news than mainstream media outlets because all media is propaganda
rich people are incapable of genuinely having leftist beliefs
if you don't actively fight your oppression, you deserve it
what the fuck makes phone apps so cocky as to send me notifications telling me to use it. my grocery list app straight up went “you havent made a list in a while! 🙂” are you out of your fucking mind. you are a program. why are you speaking to me like youre my equal. i could replace you with a pen and the back of a receipt. idiot. i kill you now
was thinking about how we could just slap a solar panel onto a phone like those fuckass calculators to charge it instead of normal chargers, then i remembered only shitty colorless calculators have that and my cool one with colors and an operating system runs off of a chargeable battery. Hmmmm. Why not just like. Make a better solar panel idk
Solar panels are very tricky. They are fragile, need multiple layers to catch a good amount of light, and get really hot. Also, those who have cases on their phones would either have to compromise durability or not use the solar panel that they probably paid $200 extra dollars for.
Nerd lmaooo
I think someone should still make a concept device to show that it can (or can’t) be done
So Arizona launched an “education hotline” that allows “concerned parents” to report “””critical race theory””” and other things like ~gender identity~ being taught in the classroom
It would be a shame if the number and email were spread to bad actors looking to prank call the AZ Department of Education
and for the love of god, don’t just spam it with memes or le funny shrek jokes or whatever, they’ll just hang up
make plausible-sounding reports for things that don’t actually exist, so that they actually have to waste time/resources investigating false leads - the goal is to waste time they would otherwise be using to do their jobs, not to get tumblr clout for being an epic troll
So apparently the internet article said the superintendent wouldn’t be deterred by the prank calls because they would ‘taper off eventually’. It’d be a real shame if this post stayed in circulation via queues so they get a consistent list of prank calls to filter through. 😇
It would be just as effective as a full on strike, without risking their jobs in anti union states. Especially if they made public newspaper announcements that this is what they will ALL be doing.
My dad did this! He’s a high school teacher, and he and all his colleagues refused to write college recommendation letters - which was dozens of hours of unpaid labor not in their contract - until they got a renegotiated contract, and it worked in like less than a week cause parents went apeshit. The education system would fucking collapse without unpaid teacher labor, and that’s a huge source of leverage
In Spider-Man 3 (2007), a journalist shows integrity and prints a retraction after he learned the news he was spreading was false. This is because this is a work of fiction.
@normal-horoscopes you’ve got a visual persona with bones all ready to go but I’m not sure what I’d illustrate @nudityandnerdery as for part two of this thing
Everything Tumblr has told you about Moby-Dick is absolute bullshit, and everything that Tumblr has told you about Moby-Dick is 100% true. It’s a travelogue fantasy. It’s proto-science fiction. It’s cosmic horror. It’s shockingly original and it’s shamelessly plagiaristic. It’s a misotheistic Christian parable in which the whale is the mask of a cruel, uncaring God and Ahab is Satan himself, not as trickster or as tempter, but as doomed hero. It’s the most gripping thing you’ll ever read. It’s boring as shit. But above all else – and I cannot emphasise this enough – it is filled with Facts About Whales.
Some of which are even true.
I’d argue that the wrong Whale Facts are much more interesting than the correct ones. Every time you run into an incorrect Whale Fact, you’re left with several options:
It’s something which was believed to be true at the time of the work’s authorship, and later proved not to be.
It’s something which was understood to be a popular misconception at the time of the work’s authorship, and Melville’s research failed him.
It’s something which was legitimately an unsettled question at the time of the work’s authorship, and Melville just happened to come down on the wrong side of the debate. (This is most likely to be the case when the Whale Fact in question relates to taxonomy; e.g., the whole “what is a fish?” business.)
It’s something which has no known precedent outside of the work itself, seriously, where the fuck did Melville get that?
Each of these options has a potentially fascinating story behind it. Basically, when Melville gets a Whale Fact right, that tells you a thing about whales – but when Melville gets a Whale Fact wrong, that tells you something about the context of the work’s authorship. And frankly? I’ve got better sources available to me if I just want to know things about whales!
Sample whale facts from Moby Dick:
- whales are absolutely fish.
- Linnaeus argues that whales are not fish, but: consider their vibes.
- Whales have fish vibes.
- A better way to sort and classify whales is to sort them by types of books: namely, folios, octavos, books and chapters.
- Only by sorting whales as books we can comprehend them all, but as books we can definitely ultimately comprehend them.
- For example, one type of whale is the sulfur-bottom, who has a yellow stomach probably from scraping against Hell. There are no other facts that are true about the sulfur-bottom, and anything else you may have gathered about them is probably a lie.
- Theologically, all existing names for whales are okay except for the stupid ones. The Black Fish is a stupid name, so it should be called the Hyena Whale. These are statements, not recommendations, and are once again based on vibes.
- There are a lot of reasons why Narwhales might have a horn, but probably the most vibe-based one is that it could use its horn to help it read small books. Think about it.
- Killer whales attack other whales by biting their lips.
- Biology aside, Whales can also be differentiated into Fast-Fish and Loose-Fish.
- “What are the Rights of Man and the Liberties of the World but Loose-Fish? What all men’s minds and opinions but Loose-Fish? What is the principle of religious belief in them but a Loose-Fish? What to the ostentatious smuggling verbalists are the thoughts of thinkers but Loose-Fish? What is the great globe itself but a Loose-Fish? And what are you, reader, but a Loose-Fish and a Fast-Fish, too?”
- Sperm Whales are the biggest of all things.
Etc. Etc. Ishmael’s voice throughout is of frantic, somewhat desperate persuasion mixed with last-minute undergraduate bullshit, swinging between lofty theological authority and accusing the reader of being a fish. Hanging out with Moby Dick and its jokes are like being in a room with someone very exhausting who constantly says things that are 65% true. Whales should best be taxonomically defined as books, and frankly, it’s none of your business why.
At some point you’re like, “Ishmael, I don’t think whales are fish,” and he’s already interrupting you with “the planet is a loose-fish,” and you’re like. Ishmael, words work best when they mean things. And he’s like: I Review The Top Five Whale Oils For Burning For Light (Number Four Will Surprise You.) also I’m absolutely trolling you.
And you’re like, okay Ishmael, I do know you’re trolling me, but how much of your own bullshit do you believe?
And he’s like, that’s exactly what a whale would say.
If you can’t show up in person, make a phone call. If you can’t call, write a letter. If you can’t write a letter, an email.
In order to liberate our communities from this lovecraft country’s Jim & Jane Crow violence, we have to upRoot white supremacist politics and practices from the root.
Update: He’s alive and started school again in August 2023
i swear to god if this is another one of those “schedule it so far out in the future that no one’s going to remember to look at it while we decide to quietly let him off the hook” kinda things. they better find him guilty
the way the internet facilitates a sort of memetic decay of phrases related to sexual attraction to slowly, inexorably point towards the same conventionally attractive people in their 20s instead of the original meanings is so disgusting to me
people want to claim the allure of the unconventional while still treating it with disgust. “fat boy summer” about average men. “DILF” but only if he’s under 40. “bear” about a man built like a superhero. “butch” but not if she’s too butch. “monsterfucker” about an anime girl with horns. it’s exhausting
literally. once again my oomf-in-law has got it in one
(And I’m sorry, but also dreadfully funny in that particular “I’m A Former Medical/Nursing Person And I’d Have Given Serious Money To Be There And See This Happening Live” sort of way.)
[Image IDs: A series of tweets from John Kennedy (@/ miceFearBoggis) on 4/8/2022 reading: When an article says “some scientists think” then remember this: I, a scientist, once thought I could fit a whole orange in my mouth. I could, it turns out, get it in there, but I hadn’t given sufficient thought to the reverse operation.
I should also, on reflection, have practiced in private. I had an audience, which grew as my initial satisfaction at an hypothesis well proven, slipped rapidly through stages of qualm, disquiet, then alarm (mild through severe) and ended in full blown panic.
When one panics, one’s muscles tense, which is of course, the opposite of what I needed here. I had been quite relaxed at the start, but now I couldn’t get a finger between the orange and the very taut edges of my mouth.
Above and below, the orange, which was now under some pressure, deformed to make a nearly perfect seal against my teeth. I hadn’t previously been aware of how much oxygen one needs to consume an orange, but I was made aware of it now by its sudden and ongoing lack.
I forgot for a moment that I had nostrils and tired to breathe in hard through my mouth. I have big lungs. When the doctor tested my lung capacity, I blew the end clean off the cardboard tube.
I’ve always been vaguely proud of that; mostly for want of more tangible achievements and because I am, when all is said and done, the kind of person otherwise predisposed to shove a whole orange in his mouth without cause.
Those enormous lungs - my pride and joy - expanding in this moment of crisis to their fullest extent, had created a hard vacuum behind the orange, which at that point imploded.
From now on, things which had been unfolding at an almost leisurely pace, started to happen rather fast. So, I will take this opportunity to say that no one had actually tried to help me up till now. This was not for lack of opportunity.
Later, someone mentioned the kind of details - veins like worms scribbling incomprehensible messages across my forehead, eyes popping out as if on stalks, laced with tiny red veins - which one can only truly apprehend at a distance that wouldn’t have made help impossible.
But back to the imploding orange. Although it didn’t diminish appreciably in volume upon implosion, the released juice vaporised, turning into a burning acidic cloud that instantly flooded my lungs.
My lungs very sensibly responded by collapsing rapidly aided by an involuntary and powerful spasm from my diaphragm.
The vapour and oily zest from the orange’s skin mixed with mucus scoured from my lungs (that spread flat, we must remember, would cover a tennis court) as well as the last of my residual oxygen, exited now through my rediscovered nostrils as a magnificently abundant yellow foam.
And, having a volume in excess of what could easily egress at speed via those narrow tubes, it also squirted out through nearby exits, including around my eyes.
Even that wasn’t enough and the build up of pressure finally proved too much for the orange, which left my mouth like grapeshot from a cannon, like the superluminal jets generated by matter falling towards a black hole at relativistic speed.
Temporarily blinded and gasping in my own private world of consequences, I was unaware of the cone of devastation that I had unleashed upon the unluckier segment of my audience, occupying roughly one steradian of solid angle to my front.
When I finally recovered my senses and they cycle of whooping inhalation and coughing fits had exhausted itself, I was greeted not by the concern that I felt such a brush with death merited, but with a disgust that later reflection suggests may not have been wholly unwarranted.
So, anyway, whenever you read “some scientists think”, think about me and recalibrate the lower end of your expectations accordingly. /End IDs]
had a fascinating dream last night where there was a new, virally popular trading card game - it was called MOUNTAIN (stylised in all caps) and the whole gimmick was that you couldn’t buy boosters or anything - you had to find them?
nowhere sold MOUNTAIN - I mean, I expect players did, once cards were in their hands.
but acquiring cards meant noticing a box lying around, and just….nabbing it? they’d be in weird places - in a skip, wedged high up in a fence, nestled in the branches of a tree? nobody ever saw who left them there, and there was a lot of debate about how MOUNTAIN boxes were sometimes hard to acquire without risking one’s physical safety - but then, that was also bragging rights. especially as harder-to-reach boxes seemed to contain more elusive and sought after cards…
no, I don’t remember anything about the actual gameplay, we never played any MOUNTAIN. alas. I know there were “frame cards” that were literally transparent but for a fancy metallic or holographic border, which I guess upgraded the card they were applied to? frames were super rare, my coworker literally ran up to me in the pub purely to show off the frame he’d just found
dream brain gimme the deets on MOUNTAIN’s actual mechanics, I’m invested in this controversial unpurchasable scavenger hunt game
Person A: You know… the thing Person B: The “thing”? Person A: Yeah, the thing with the little-! *mutters under their breath* Como es que se llama esa mierda… THE FISHING ROD
As someone with multiple bilingual friends where English is not the first language, may I present to you a list of actual incidents I have witnessed:
Forgot a word in Spanish, while speaking Spanish to me, but remembered it in English. Became weirdly quiet as they seemed to lose their entire sense of identity.
Used a literal translation of a Russian idiomatic expression while speaking English. He actually does this quite regularly, because he somehow genuinely forgets which idioms belong to which language. It usually takes a minute of everyone staring at him in confused silence before he says “….Ah….. that must be a Russian one then….”
Had to count backwards for something. Could not count backwards in English. Counted backwards in French under her breath until she got to the number she needed, and then translated it into English.
Meant to inform her (French) parents that bread in America is baked with a lot of preservatives. Her brain was still halfway in English Mode so she used the word “préservatifes.” Ended up shocking her parents with the knowledge that apparently, bread in America is full of condoms.
Defined a slang term for me……. with another slang term. In the same language. Which I do not speak.
Was talking to both me and his mother in English when his mother had to revert to Russian to ask him a question about a word. He said “I don’t know” and turned to me and asked “Is there an English equivalent for Нумизматический?” and it took him a solid minute to realize there was no way I would be able to answer that. Meanwhile his mom quietly chuckled behind his back.
Said an expression in English but with Spanish grammar, which turned “How stressful!” into “What stressing!”
Bilingual characters are great but if you’re going to use a linguistic blunder, you have to really understand what they actually blunder over. And it’s usually 10x funnier than “Ooops it’s hard to switch back.”
a lot of the people you guys are calling narcissists could easily be replaced with the word “asshole”
listen to me closely there is a man out there who wrote a book on what makes someone an asshole and. my god. the word asshole is RIGHT THERE and communicates almost exactly what you’re trying to communicate
the asshole:
1. allows himself to enjoy special advantages and does so systematically; 2. does this out of an entrenched sense of entitlement; 3. and is immunized by his sense of entitlement against the complaints of other people.
for the love of god, reblog the part that talks about what makes someone an asshole
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