I hate you social media. I hate you “content creation” I hate you algorithms I hate you ideal posting times I hate you posting 5 times a day I hate you unavoidable engagement statistics. I hate you art advice that’s to simplify, consider how well it will sell, make it a product, get on trends, trends trends trends! I hate the advice to go viral!
I’m sick of the grind I’m sick of “content creation” I’m sick of side hustles and small business! I’m sick of being profitable!!! I just want to post my art and talk to people about art!!!!!!!!!!!
if you combine “trans” and “lesbian” you get “tresbian” which is almost “tresbien” which makes sense because “tres bien” is “very good” in french and trans lesbians are very good
Personally I think that battle sims like showdown would still be a thing in the pokemon world. Cuz like picture this: you are ten years old and the only Pokémon you have access to is the elderly family Sunflora. You love Sunny to death but also literally every media you consume involves Pokémon battles and champions and cool ass fights. Sunny is too old to fight and your neighbor’s Gothita is too young. One day on the playground your friend tells you about this cool website that lets you battle pokemon on the computer. Later that night you boot up the family computer and instantly realize that this website lets you play as GROUDON (!!!!). There’s no going back from there.
“characters in fic are too good at identifying scents” is officially an “his eyes did not literally darken” level of complaint to me now like it’s about the drama it’s about the romance it’s about atmosphere it’s about taking you to a heightened version of reality!!! please suspend your disbelief at least enough for vibes-based sensory descriptions it will be So Worth It i promise
Verily, man, this wizard peace is splendid. I just saw a guy clap his hands together and say “spirits o’ field and vineyard” or something along those lines, and every one around him was showered in fresh-baked pastries and loaves, had their cups fill with aged wine, and then were soothed by a warm summer breeze. The minstrels didn’t even sing his praises, that’s what a joyous time this is. And here I’ve just been casting calming dew and level 2 aura of cheer. I think I just heard “power word: dessert” two groups over. I gotta get over there.
Shit man, this wizard war is fucked. I just saw a guy clap his hands together and say “the ten hells” or some similar shit, and every one around him turned inside out, had their tibia explode and then disappeared. The camera didn’t even go onto him, that’s how common shit like this is. My ass is casting frostbite and level 2 poison. I think I just heard “power word:scrunch” two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.
Verily, man, this wizard peace is splendid. I just saw a guy clap his hands together and say “spirits o’ field and vineyard” or something along those lines, and every one around him was showered in fresh-baked pastries and loaves, had their cups fill with aged wine, and then were soothed by a warm summer breeze. The minstrels didn’t even sing his praises, that’s what a joyous time this is. And here I’ve just been casting calming dew and level 2 aura of cheer. I think I just heard “power word: dessert” two groups over. I gotta get over there.
I was rambling on the issue of museums and human remains and how certain populations are more likely to have their bodies put on display to be gawked at and then went “well I guess the Pompeii casts were of Europeans. there are bones in there right?” and Googled it to make sure, at which point I confirmed that yes there are bones in there, but more interestingly DNA testing revealed that a cast of an adult holding a child everyone assumed was a mother and child were, in fact, a man and a kid entirely unrelated to him. Honestly that’s more moving to me. Maybe they were connected in a way other than blood, but maybe a stranger saw a child when the world was ending and thought the one thing he could do was hold them.
People who argue that it is in human nature to be cruel and ruthless, and that only the fittest should survive, any of that crap. They could not be more wrong. It is in human nature to love and to protect. Or we would not any of us fucking be here.
Shit man, this wizard war is fucked. I just saw a guy clap his hands together and say “the ten hells” or some similar shit, and every one around him turned inside out, had their tibia explode and then disappeared. The camera didn’t even go onto him, that’s how common shit like this is. My ass is casting frostbite and level 2 poison. I think I just heard “power word:scrunch” two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.
This stops being quite as “zany shitpost” and becomes “Accidental Performance art commentary on Accessibility” when you consider the vast number of people unable to sit upright or leave a bed, most or all the time. No you don’t see us, we’re in bed either all the time or when our conditions flare up and put us there regularly.
When i first saw this I thought, “HAH- too bad that’s not a feasible thing, then I could go so many public places while still safely cushioned and laying down!”
…only then did I realize how many people would never see it that way.
I like this witch cat finding game, very cute. However I think it would be improved if it was instead about a detective with a severe substance addiction who is supposed to somehow solve a murder
You take the blue Eggman MDMA pill (158.4 mg), the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red Eggman MDMA pill (162.8 mg), you stay in Eggmanland, and I show you just how meddlesome that hedgehog is
one time I used the ben affleck smoking reaction image in the family group chat and my mom replied with the funniest possible response which was: “mommy doesn’t know who the guy is???” and that phrase has not left my brain since. I’ll see blorbos on my dash that I don’t recognize and I’ll be like well it seems mommy doesn’t know who the guy is.
Y'all please, learn your pemdas (or bodmas or whatever you learned it as)
It’s 16
*sigh*
Parentheses equation is 2+2, which is 4.
Now we multiply by 2 to get 4x2 which is 8
8 DIVIDED BY 8 is 1.
I have no fucking clue how you can get 16 out of this. I don’t think you’re bad at math, I think you just need glasses.
It’s 1.
It’s 16.
8 / 2 * (2+2) =
8/2 * (4) =
4*4 = 16
You do the parentheses, then you go left to right.
That isn’t how this works…..
PEMDAS
8/2*(2+2) (P = Parentheses)
8/2*(4) (M = Multiply)
8/8=1 (D = Division)
@kingoftartesoss
Use Mathpapa calculator if you still don’t believe me.
No, Riley.
M isn’t in the original problem but 8÷2 still needs a resolution. You have to solve 8÷2 as-is after (2+2) no matter what.
So you’re not following PEMDAS by factoring x4 into 8÷2.
It’s literally this simple.
I, uh, I think it’s 1, actually.
Plug it into a searchbar, or a scientific calculator that waits until the whole thing is input & that’s the answer.
1
No need.
Everyone on this post:
@nonanalogue can you solve this for us because I swear to goodness the answer is 1 but this post is making me doubt my brains
Happily!
So the problem is two-fold: first, order of operations as most people are taught it is a lie, and second, the original problem is written very ambiguously.
Let’s drill down into that first point.
PEMDAS! Parentheses, exponents, multiplication, division, addition, subtraction. Everyone’s taught to do operations in that order! Except that’s not really right. As a math teacher of mine put it, “it works for now, but you’ll find out I was lying in a few years.”
The problem is that multiplication and division are the same operation, and addition and subtraction are also the same operation. Division is really just multiplying by a fraction, and subtraction is just adding a negative. With that in mind, it doesn’t necessarily make sense to do some multiplication arbitrarily early in the problem before the rest! As a result, here’s the bottom line for that point:
Both 1 and 16 are right.
How can that be?
Well, that brings me to the second point: the expression is written very ambiguously, so as to maximize confusion! It’s also why I don’t like using the division symbol when a fraction will do just nicely.
Observe two other ways we could write this expression:
The first one resolves to 8/8, which is 1. The second resolves to 4(4), which is 16. Both are right, only because the original expression is vague.
The sad thing is that everyone hates fractions, when actually they make life so much nicer!
Yeah quiet quitting is great and all but have you tried chaotic working?
Like. I remember back in my grocery store cashier days I did so much crazy shit.
When WIC (Women, infants, and children voucher program to help low income mothers/families with children) people were in my line I would pretty much know who they were. Before the cards they had to tell us upfront they were WIC and show us their vouchers for what they were allowed to get (it was awful some times. Like. 2 gallons of milk. $4 worth of vegetables etc etc). They’d always have items hanging back, waiting to see what the total was and if they would have to take it off the belt.
I began to place the fruits/vegetables a certain way on the register scale so that like 1/2lbs of grapes read as like .28lbs or something. Then act shocked when I said that they still had X amount of lbs left. They got all their fruit and vegetables.
I think it started to kinda? Catch on to the women? Because I would have the same moms in my line month after month. And even after they switched to the cards (they worked like food stamp cards?) I’d still do the same thing. They were able to get more produce for whatever shitty max amount Indiana gave them.
Yeah quiet quitting is great and all but have you tried chaotic working?
Like. I remember back in my grocery store cashier days I did so much crazy shit.
When WIC (Women, infants, and children voucher program to help low income mothers/families with children) people were in my line I would pretty much know who they were. Before the cards they had to tell us upfront they were WIC and show us their vouchers for what they were allowed to get (it was awful some times. Like. 2 gallons of milk. $4 worth of vegetables etc etc). They’d always have items hanging back, waiting to see what the total was and if they would have to take it off the belt.
I began to place the fruits/vegetables a certain way on the register scale so that like 1/2lbs of grapes read as like .28lbs or something. Then act shocked when I said that they still had X amount of lbs left. They got all their fruit and vegetables.
I think it started to kinda? Catch on to the women? Because I would have the same moms in my line month after month. And even after they switched to the cards (they worked like food stamp cards?) I’d still do the same thing. They were able to get more produce for whatever shitty max amount Indiana gave them.
Yeah quiet quitting is great and all but have you tried chaotic working?
Like. I remember back in my grocery store cashier days I did so much crazy shit.
When WIC (Women, infants, and children voucher program to help low income mothers/families with children) people were in my line I would pretty much know who they were. Before the cards they had to tell us upfront they were WIC and show us their vouchers for what they were allowed to get (it was awful some times. Like. 2 gallons of milk. $4 worth of vegetables etc etc). They’d always have items hanging back, waiting to see what the total was and if they would have to take it off the belt.
I began to place the fruits/vegetables a certain way on the register scale so that like 1/2lbs of grapes read as like .28lbs or something. Then act shocked when I said that they still had X amount of lbs left. They got all their fruit and vegetables.
I think it started to kinda? Catch on to the women? Because I would have the same moms in my line month after month. And even after they switched to the cards (they worked like food stamp cards?) I’d still do the same thing. They were able to get more produce for whatever shitty max amount Indiana gave them.
Yeah quiet quitting is great and all but have you tried chaotic working?
Like. I remember back in my grocery store cashier days I did so much crazy shit.
When WIC (Women, infants, and children voucher program to help low income mothers/families with children) people were in my line I would pretty much know who they were. Before the cards they had to tell us upfront they were WIC and show us their vouchers for what they were allowed to get (it was awful some times. Like. 2 gallons of milk. $4 worth of vegetables etc etc). They’d always have items hanging back, waiting to see what the total was and if they would have to take it off the belt.
I began to place the fruits/vegetables a certain way on the register scale so that like 1/2lbs of grapes read as like .28lbs or something. Then act shocked when I said that they still had X amount of lbs left. They got all their fruit and vegetables.
I think it started to kinda? Catch on to the women? Because I would have the same moms in my line month after month. And even after they switched to the cards (they worked like food stamp cards?) I’d still do the same thing. They were able to get more produce for whatever shitty max amount Indiana gave them.
every time I see this thumbnail I feel too harrowed to click the video. nothing good or honourable can be happening inside that hamburger with an expression like this. not at all
I don’t know…
I don’t really see it. that guy looks like 7 years younger than him
I love that every year fire departments are like “hey. maybe DON’T fry your turkeys?”
and across the nation, patriots rise up and shout “FUCK YOU” bc surely it’ll be fine for THEM
and then start massive grease fires in their backyards
it is my most favorite thanksgiving tradition
for non-americans who have no idea what I’m talking about, a TON of fire departments and public health people will do annual presentation videos on how deep frying turkeys can go catastrophically bad
and every year, the american public goes “…anyway, where’s my propane tank-”
“As God as my witness, I thought turkeys could fry.”
Having “a lot” of followers on tumblr is funny because probably 80% of them are ghost blogs who haven’t been on here in like a decade.
It’s like, no no, those aren’t my followers, that’s a graveyard! I’m the caretaker of a thousands of tombs. I love them, but they’ve been dead for seven years.
my thing with calling strangers eggs is like. if it’s a dude saying “of course i’d rather be a girl, everyone wants to be a girl” okay yeah that’s an egg. but if it’s a dude wearing skirts and mascara and having hobbies like cross stitching and you’re calling him an egg? you’ve wrapped back around to sexism. you’ve done a full pivot into “pink is for girls and blue is for boys” and you’re actually the problem. cut it out. stop telling (gnc) people they’re secretly trans because “a real woman would never like football!” come on.
We also figured out—the hard way—that the ancients probably cut each layer of linen to the proper shape before gluing them together. For our first linothorax, we glued together 15 layers of linen to form a one centimeter-thick slab, and then tried to cut out the required shape. Large shears were defeated; bolt cutters failed. The only way we were ultimately able to cut the laminated linen slab was with an electric saw equipped with a blade for cutting metal. At least this confirmed our suspicion that linen armor would have been extremely tough. We also found out that linen stiffened with rabbit glue strikes dogs as in irresistibly tasty rabbit-flavored chew toy, and that our Labrador retriever should not be left alone with our research project.
I love this in every way possible. What is it from? Where can I read more?
The pitfalls of experimental archaeology and puppies.
link to source:
“Unraveling the Linothorax Mystery, or how Linen Armor Came to Dominate our Lives.”
We found that even more of a threat than rain was one’s own sweat on a hot day. So, yes, it does need waterproofing, both inside and out. We did a number of experiments along those lines, and found that rubbing a block of beeswax over all sides of the armor provided nice waterproofing. It also makes the armor smell nice! When you wear it for a couple hours, your own body heat softens the glue a bit and makes it conform to your body shape, so it is much more comfortable to wear than rigid types of armor. Our reconstructions weighed about 10 pounds–about one third the weight of bronze armor that would provide the same degree of protection.
Honey i gotta go to war… not to smell my bee armor or hang with the boys or anything no.. uhh we need to uh do war things?
While all of this mayhem (both scientifically controlled and free-form) convinced us that our linothorax was ancient-battlefield-ready, we still felt compelled to try a real-life scenario, so Scott donned the armor and Greg shot him. And while we had confidence in our armor, our relief was still considerable when the arrowhead stuck and lodged in the armor’s outer layers, a safe distance away from flesh.
a good life-size mannequin is expensive but i guarantee it would’ve cost way less than they were spending on all that linen.
There is nothing I do not love about this but linen is so fucking expensive… does this work with cotton at all? I’m off to google.
“So, Mister…GRAAAAGH Underhill-by-Sackville, is it?” “Indeed.” “You’re an Orc, but you don’t mention any clan….” “Oh, I’m culturally Hobbitish, I was adopted at a very young age. And I’m very keen on this position you have open at your trading house.” “The guard position?” “Heavens, no. I barely know which end of a sword goes into the miscreant. I am a certified accountant, and eager to make my mark in respectable society.”
I want to read about the Halfling who was responsible for Recent Events, personally.
if you must know, her name is
Tabitha Smallburrow
and over a handful of years she adopted 3 orcs, 2 tieflings, 7 tabaxi (had mistaken them for a litter of kittens when they were put up for adoption in the neighboring city) and finally one very unwilling and fully grown dwarf
I cannot put into mortal words how fucking badly I want that swedish goat to burn. We live in a modern surveillance hellscape and not only is big brother watching you but he’s monitoring your purchase habits so he can sell you a smart refrigerator that will spy on you for the cia. the full weight of modern technology can be rallied to protect that straw monument to human hubris and I want us to burn it anyway. I want the might of modern society to crumple in the face of a drunk swede with a zippo lighter. we can do it just take my hand
Did I miss something? Who is the Swedish goat and why should it burn?
what
That is my exact question
I know that I live under several rocks but i don’t remeber a Swedish goat having anything to do with our current situations
attention spans are easy to recapture and cage back into your head. you just need to practice staring at walls for an hour every two days and letting your mind think itself out of boredom death. the wall becomes the screen. no one validates you for this but after a month of this you notice daisies when they come about. you notice things no one films but theyre beautiful all the same
Can someone tell me where these feminine trans guys with massive tits who wear push-up bras and skimpy outfits that I keep seeing transphobes complain about are? I’d love to see massive tboy boobs.
Please can transphobes stop gatekeeping the tboys with massive breasts who wear glam makeup . Plsss tell me where you met these people . They sound awesome .
Transphobes trying to create a caricature of a trans person, every time: Okay so imagine this extremely hot cool person right-
