The US having an entire city in the middle of the desert dedicated entirely to gambling sounds like a thing other countries would make up about the US as a joke but its real and no one bats an eye at it
started calling my executive dysfunction issues my board of dysfunctional executives and treating it like a room of frail old white men and it hasn’t fixed everything but it sure is fucking funny
alright everyone we need to do the dishes! the DISHES. no, ted, it’s not in your phone. ted you have so many apps open. ted how did you download a virus. the nice exiled nigerian prince sent you an nft? thats nice ted. now, about those dishes,
alright on todays agenda: LAUNDRY. yes laundry as in dirty clothes. yeah greg that’s a board-level task in this organization. greg its very undignified to throw a tantrum like that at your age.
i love you female characters who make selfish choices they know will be bad for everyone. i love you female characters who think they’re making the right choice but make things worse. i love you female characters who are making the right choice but noone else understands it.
Terminal child syndrome lol sorry you’ll be infantilized forever and never get any basic respect we have the right to not treat you like an adult and make life worse for you in the name of helping, or shun you completely :)
Just stop doing that you useless cunt go the fuck outside and stop being a burden to society get the fuck up and stop having this illness. Have this list of pop psychology bullshit and get your shit together. We can still romanticize your struggle if you’re hot and manage it just well enough to not be a useless cunt
Irredeemable piece of shit disorder uh sorry but your vibe is off and you should go to jail for it I fucking hate you and you deserve nothing you vile piece of human garbage you need to be avoided at all costs everyone should cut you off immediately no one should have to put up with you you manipulative asshole
To everybody in the notes saying something along the lines of any specific disorder could be any of these three depending on how someone wants to justify mistreating the individual, you are correct. I was thinking of autism, depression and npd respectively but you’re actually right
dick makes people mentally ill. dick havers, dick wannabes and dick lovers are all insane. it's like toxoplasmosis, you have compulsive need to defend and push and worship dicks all the time and spead your dick mania to everywhere you go.
I’m so glad that things like survivorship bias and statistical outliers became memes I wish more critical thinking skills would become widely-understood this way, I’m not kidding let’s get on this
”Turtles are showing up full of straws” “Nobody was trans when I was your age” “Why does everyone have allergies now” “Our ancestors survived without vaccines” “My grandma never had an income or driver’s license and THEY were married for decades” “I’m saving the rest of my medication for later cause I feel better now”
Look at the plane until you understand
My momma used to tell us not to fear the noises we heard in the woods at night because if something designed to kill us wanted to kill us then we wouldn’t hear it coming and at the time it was horrifying and unsettling but now I wish we all had heard that at least once growing up
Twitter made the Jewish lady that posted this delete it for “threatening violence.”
Her followers spent the rest of the day tweeting this. Trolls couldn’t keep up.
Coming from someone who studies the Holocaust and the history surrounding it, It is important to remember that Nazis were human, not monsters.
It’s important because if we dehumanize them we create a level of separation between us and them. It’s important because if we create that level of removal, we start ignoring the subtle signs of antisemitism because “Oh, well they’re just a normal human, not a monster, i’m sure it’ll be alright.” It’s important because when we create that level of removal, they come back in waves. It’s important because when you create that level of separation, you get the problems that we have now.
There is a very simple set of brain equations involved when we dehumanize the enemy, and it goes something like this:
“Nazis are monsters” “I would not be friends with a monster”
The CORRECT conclusion is “I cannot be friends with Nazis”
BUT PEOPLE KEEP BELIEVING THE COROLLARY “None of my friends are Nazis” “…even that one guy who keeps posting ‘ironic’ Pepe memes, who never really grew out of his 4Chan /pol/ phase, and who keeps trying to have really intense conversations with me about ‘globalists’. But he’s my friend! I’ve known him forever! He doesn’t REALLY believe any of that stuff. He’s just kind of an asshole, and we love him anyway.”
This is a very bad corollary. It is an extraordinarily dangerous corollary. When we sincerely believe that we would not be friends with bad people, we ignore the signs that our friends are bad people.
(Friendly note: you can replace “Nazi” above with “sexual predator” or “racist” or “abuser”. Same hat, pretty much. There are very real reasons not to dehumanize the enemy, and they have nothing to do with the enemy’s right to humanity, and everything to do with the enemy’s ability to sneak past our lines wearing a nice-person mask.)
I’m reblogging this to my main blog because it is extremely fucking important.
Truly, one of the greatest love language is someone agreeing to eat something atrocious for your benefit.
My first experience with this was in college. My friend Charlie invited me to a jazz club. One would think he’d learned his lesson. I thought nothing of this and agreed to a fun night with a guy friend. We arrived and I saw nothing romantic in the outing.
The menu at the club was very traditional date food- steak, oysters, romancey food. But still, I didn’t catch on. This food didn’t sound like what I wanted. In fact, what I wanted was a hummus plate. Charlie took this turn of events with a slight wince but ordered one for us.
The hummus plate arrived. Sitting politely on the corner of the garlic bomb was a spicy pepper. Laughing, I teasingly dared Charlie to eat it. You see, this kind of rough humor was common among buddies. I thought we were in Buddy Rules. But Charlie was operating under Date Rules; eating the pepper would be a romantic test of his bravery.
He bit the pepper.
His skin was almost as pale as mine and he went bright red instantly, tears stood in his eyes as sweat broke out across his whole body in protest. He barely managed to swallow as he began coughing, his body reflexively trying to spew forth the poison in his mouth.
I was doubled over with laughter and didn’t feel bad until a few days later when Brendan informed me it had been a date. I scoffed initially and only slowly realized Charlie had been intending it as a date. I repented the pepper and promptly dated Brendan in self defense.
Charlies act of romantic heroism went unappreciated but the spirit was there.
Many years later when I’d given up on boys I was dating my beloved wife. Together we took a trip to Taiwan. One of the wonderful things about new places is the food. I still dream about the food in Taiwan. Even the humblest train station cream puff was several orders of magnitude better than any I’ve ever had in the states.
But one place we went was like. Italian food as interpreted by Taiwanese cooks. Some of the combos were as bizarre to me as many Italians probably feel American Italian food is. Specifics escape me, but it felt like I was dreaming some of the menu at the time. At the end we decided to get a chocolate fondue, because why not. We were on vacation.
The liquid chocolate was served with all the things one would normally expect, strawberries, sweets, the usual chocolate accompaniments. And then we saw the tomatoes. Tomatoes and chocolate. We all stared at the tomatoes in horrified fascination.
Now, I hate tomatoes. I can stand a tomato sauce but raw tomatoes and I have nothing to talk about. So I knew that if I tried it I’d find it as repugnant as I’ve always found tomatoes. But I was haunted by the idea that someone who actually liked tomatoes would like tomatoes in chocolate.
My beloved loves tomatoes. And chocolate. I turned the biggest puppy dog eyes on them and begged to know if the combination was actually somehow delicious. My wife insisted that it would be heinous. Still, they speared a tomato sacrifice and coated it in chocolate, for me. For me, they ate it.
It was so wretched that their face collapsed into instant regret. But they didn’t spit it out. They knew I got sick if people spit out half chewed food. So they soldiered on and swallowed the cursed chocolate fruit.
Their devotion utterly delighted me, and even years later I adore that they suffered that tomato to reassure me that indeed, it was bad.
As Elon Musk cements his place in history as a fascist tech overlord and the rest of the world looks at us in horror, I really do want to reiterate what I feel will be lost to the history books
Nearly everyone in america has thought and continues to think that Elon is very cringe.
*smashes you over the head with a potion bottle but it was a healing potion and it heals you for the exact amount of damage i dealt you* oh… uh. hm. do you think you could just lay on the floor and pretend to be unconscious
uhhh i guess that’s reasonable. how long? maybe five to ten seconds?
longer. *aside, to my minion* how long does it take to set up the heinous device?
(in a stage whisper) three minutes if we’re speedrunning it.
*back to the hero* just picking a number at random here. let’s say three minutes
sea elephant, a type of free-swimming shell-less sea snail c:
Wild. I was so sure that someone had made a worm-on-a-string out of gelatin, but nope! Real animal. Bonkers. Add it to the list of Weird Things Under The Sea.
Yesss the gelatinous weevil!!!! Borzoi larvae!!! Apparently they have pretty advanced eyes and are known to be curious of divers and follow them around
death the kid is such a… weird character. i cant think of another character like him because he’s so weird. like, he’s the son of the grim reaper with horrible ocd and perfectionism issues and also he dresses like a preppy goth in full tuxedo but he also rides a skateboard named beelzebub and does cool tricks on it whenever presented the opportunity also he has guns. none of those character traits sound like they belong to the same person. hes somehow both the coolest and lamest character in the show.
I have never once in my life felt unsafe in an airplane but if I have reason to take a flight during the Drump Musk administration I’m going to have a panic attack
Plane crashes and runway collisions are usually so incredibly rare that when they happen it’s the news of the week if not the news of the year but the second that Drump got into office we’ve been having aviation incidents like every few days. That cannot be a coincidence. And they’re firing even more FAA workers this week.
watch this brings a massive increase in rail service to america faster than anything the democrats ever tried to pass
That is an enormously and monumentally optimistic take
I don’t watch Wrestling nor Japanese Wrestling but sometimes I come across photos and they do very specific things to my brain I can’t identify
another one
I agree with this. I don’t see myself ever really getting into Japanese pro wrestling, but the magical girl-influenced characters do intrigue me.
Both images above feature the wrestler, Mizuki, and these aren’t even the only dynamic photos of her!
And then there’s her signature move: Whirling Candy 🍭 🍬
Every image of her looks like a painting
I have the feeling ya’ll would also love Maki Itoh, a heel(villain) wrestler with a huge fanbase that portrays a disgraced idol turned wrestler. She is obsessed with being “the cutests in the world,” and routinely forces opponents to listen to her sing during matches. But she’s also a crude, crass little shit. She will dip into English just do drop an “eat shit, fuck you,” and calls her fans Simps. She rules.
oops shared without amendment: don’t use milk to rinse eyes just plain water
Rebecca Blake could also put temporary tattoos on any part of her skin that IS exposed. That way, if ever the police tried to identify her through photographs or footage, she would be able to point to the tattoo in the image and say “well that can’t possibly be me; that person has angel wings tattooed on the back of their neck, but MY neck is un-tattooed.”
oops shared without amendment: don’t use milk to rinse eyes just plain water
Rebecca Blake could also put temporary tattoos on any part of her skin that IS exposed. That way, if ever the police tried to identify her through photographs or footage, she would be able to point to the tattoo in the image and say “well that can’t possibly be me; that person has angel wings tattooed on the back of their neck, but MY neck is un-tattooed.”
