e-102:

incognitopolls:

Based on the evidence currently available to you, do you feel confident BEYOND A REASONABLE DOUBT as to whether Luigi Mangione killed Brian Thompson (UHC CEO)?

I am confident that he did it– NO DOUBT AT ALL

I am confident that he did NOT do it– NO DOUBT AT ALL

I think he did it but I am NOT 100% CONFIDENT– some doubt/uncertainty

I DON’T think he did it but I am NOT 100% CONFIDENT– some doubt/uncertainty

I do not have an opinion/don’t know enough about this

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In the US, defendants are presumed innocent until they are proven, beyond a reasonable doubt, to be guilty. If a juror isn’t completely, 100% convinced that the defendant committed the alleged crime, the juror is supposed to vote “not guilty.”

I’m hesitant to post this one because I generally avoid topics speculating on individuals’ lives and touchy current events, but it is a good reminder of how the US criminal justice system works. Please be polite in the comments/reblogs.

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We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.

thispunforhire:

captain-price-unofficially:

next gen stealth just dropped

This reminds me of the AI surveillance robot test where a bunch of Marines defeated it by doing stuff like dressing as a tree or just rolling towards the sensor while giggling.

batmanisagatewaydrug:

batmanisagatewaydrug:

batmanisagatewaydrug:

batmanisagatewaydrug:

that post that’s like. “americans sincerely trying to argue that they’re UNIQUELY incapable of learning things about other countries and cultures is still a form of american exceptionalism.” I think about that a lot.

like rather than just own that they’re ignorant they’ll really act like ICE will grab you off the street if you google a world map or read a translated book and there’s no possible way to learn anything that’s not on fox news. fucking clown shit.

idk man something about my countrymen insisting we have no choice but to be ignorant and no way to learn when we live in one of the most resource rich, coddled countries in the fucking world just makes me insane.

and like. the whole reason we’re so comfortable is, largely, because of the rampant exploitation of, you guessed it, the people and resources of those other countries that you can’t even be bothered to learn the names of! incredible work everybody!!!

thispunforhire:

captain-price-unofficially:

next gen stealth just dropped

This reminds me of the AI surveillance robot test where a bunch of Marines defeated it by doing stuff like dressing as a tree or just rolling towards the sensor while giggling.

ghostcashewart:

ALT

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guess who ended up drawing a comic of an entire scene from Artificial Condition

the-forest-library:

kill the imposter syndrome in your head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they’re also using chat gpt to do it

waxwing-ed:

tmblrs-autocorrect:

waxwing-ed:

you! white tumblr leftist! explain why you think deserts are inherently barren ecosystems that should be greened! you have 5 seconds before the saw trap goes off!

Bold of you to stereotype people by race… that doesn’t set off any alarm bells in your little head?

babehog:

escuerzoresucitado:

Krabi (1976), Václav Mergl.

Something that the Americnas of this site wont even comprehend. Shit like this happens everyday in europe and we get used to it because the alternative is some yanke bullcrab

comicaurora:

comicaurora:

comicaurora:

comicaurora:

comicaurora:

girl help I’m getting they/them’d by well-meaning people who don’t know what a tomboy is

This feeling is strange and complicated. On the one hand it’s legit quite cool that nonbinary pronouns are becoming more widespread! On the other, I’ve spent my whole life pursuing interests and hobbies and ideals that weren’t seen as particularly feminine, and when I was younger this was a major source of bullying and stress alongside some generalized misogyny taking the form of “you can’t do or be anything you think is cool because you are innately inferior and to do otherwise means violating your nature,” and it took me a while to conclude that this was just straight horseshit top to bottom and I could do whatever I wanted and present myself however I wanted without in any way being Not A Girl, and now it’s like the exact same concept has flipped sides and is coming from a point of theoretical validation but still calculates out to “that’s not very ladylike of you, you must be something else”. anyway she/her thanks gang

I think it’s like. the understanding that the gender binary is a small part of a much wider space of identities is separate from the understanding that a lot of that gender binary is a false dichotomy that artificially walls off universal human experiences behind specific pronouns and while the first concept is gaining wider understanding the second is lagging a little, which means “I am a girl and I like doing boy things” reads as “oh I’ve heard about this, you must be one of the Others who don’t do the binary” rather than “the concept of ‘boy things’ is stupid from the jump”

just to be 100% clear

what this post is NOT talking about: using they/them pronouns for someone you don’t know, aren’t sure of, hasn’t had a chance to introduce themselves, etc.

what this post IS talking about: my highly personal experience seeing some people “correcting” my commenters that were using she/her pronouns for me, because, despite me exclusively using she/her pronouns and saying so whenever asked, through no action of mine they had gotten the idea that I was using “they/them”.

girl help I put a nuanced personal experience on the reading comprehension website

demilypyro:

Hell yeah

oddarette:

Miso soup rats. The most delicate of the soup rats.

mushbeast:

fish backpack

Doomscrolling Save Point

venusrrvelez:

storyhoard:

hey relax for a second and watch the cat

This little kitty was the first thing I saw when opening this app. And a nice reminder for me to go to bed.

emerald-the-firedragon:

I had a vision

freyadragonlord:

wasteland-squog-baby:

rainbowgod666:

2003s-greatest-horrorshow:

fionn-o-nassus:

valtsv:

ALT

some observations on color coding eyewear in ficton and their meanings

@rainbowgod666

The black ones. But my tumblr avatar gets the ourple ones.

Ah yes, the satorou special

3000s:

if you “need to have sex” to get off you’re ruined, you conditioned yourself into only being able to cum when you have sex, it’s disgusting

a-boy-who-likes-boys:

I wrote a list of all the reasons why boys have gorgeous hands, if you care to listen:

The shape of a male hand is perfect. The Knuckles, Fingers, Wrist and Palm all move together in perfect harmony and it’s almost hypnotising.

The grip is so strooooong! When you’re holding hands and you interlock your fingers, it feels tight and warm like he’s hanging onto you.

The way a boy’s hand is rough in some areas but soft in others. The way his hand creases and fingerprints create the little details.

The feel of his skin and how you can sometimes see a little blue vein on his back hand if you look close enough.

The little boyish gestures he makes while he’s talking. He doesn’t know I’m starting at his hands the whole time but I could stare at his hand movements for hours.

When boys are holding or carrying something and you see them wrapping their first around it or changing the position of their fingers to get a better grip on it…

When boys aren’t sure what to do with their hands and they just sit there, not sure where to put them. IT’S SO AWKWARD AND CUTE! Especially when they start fidgeting to keep their hands in motion. When they start drawing circles by tracing their fingers across a table?!!

When they run their hand through their hair? It’s one of the most attractive things a guy can do! Along with tapping their fingers to the rhythm of the song in their head.

You can take his hands and pin them to the wall above his head! You can just grab hold of his wrists and move his hands around, feeling between his fingers and knuckles!

So to summarise: Masculine hands are beautiful and I think more people should appreciate them. I would like to let all the guys reading this to know that their hands are beautiful and I couldn’t be more obsessed with them.

heyitsrink:

Thinking about a young Perihelion babysitting Iris and crying forever.

eternal-fractal:

kira-serialfaggot:

anukfilli:

i was trying to make a meme but i fucked up the audio layering and

Listening to happy music to get through the disassociative episode

this feels like adhd with depression

cattkitty:

im like a kitten, i need attention and i need to curl up next to you and i need you to pet me and tell me im cute

xena-wolfgang:

cursed-and-haunted:

cursed-and-haunted:

I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like “this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol” when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every “classical” looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad

In case you’re curious here’s what I mean.

Renaissance(distinct lines, stability and the individual man):

Baroque (bold, chaotic, dramatic):

Romantic(romanticize the simple hard working life):

Do you see the difference?

this post has re-wired my brain in the best way

xena-wolfgang:

cursed-and-haunted:

cursed-and-haunted:

I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like “this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol” when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every “classical” looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad

In case you’re curious here’s what I mean.

Renaissance(distinct lines, stability and the individual man):

Baroque (bold, chaotic, dramatic):

Romantic(romanticize the simple hard working life):

Do you see the difference?

this post has re-wired my brain in the best way

xena-wolfgang:

cursed-and-haunted:

cursed-and-haunted:

I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like “this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol” when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every “classical” looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad

In case you’re curious here’s what I mean.

Renaissance(distinct lines, stability and the individual man):

Baroque (bold, chaotic, dramatic):

Romantic(romanticize the simple hard working life):

Do you see the difference?

this post has re-wired my brain in the best way

boudicca:

“comrade in arms” yeah i bet he was in your arms. every night. fruit

sandersstudies:

sandersstudies:

Some of you don’t even need media literacy you just need to know that a negative gut reaction doesn’t mean something is always incorrect or bad.

This is what leads to Bean Soup comments

sandersstudies:

Some of you don’t even need media literacy you just need to know that a negative gut reaction doesn’t mean something is always incorrect or bad.

creature-wizard:

Funny little fact is that the word “heresy” comes from a word that basically just meant a personal belief system or philosophy before turning into a word that exclusively meant a heterodox opinion. An ideology, if you will. And now the far right is using the word “ideology” itself the same way, to refer to a heterodox opinion. They say “gender ideology” and mean “gender heresy.”

aromantictracer:

do you ever feel like you love a character more than their own writers do

covid-safer-hotties:

SARS-CoV-2 damages cardiomyocyte mitochondria and implicates long COVID-associated cardiovascular manifestations

“Just a cold” that puts holes in your mitochondria doctor’s can’t see.

lovelesswav:

greatwyrmgold:

chic-beyond-the-wall:

More medieval dyes for y'all!

People in the past liked having colorful clothes, too! And the cost of (local) dye was pretty low compared to the labor required to spin fiber into thread, let alone all the other steps in making clothes.

terminatorgirlfriend:

hostilealienhivemind.org/join-us

gingerhastoomanyobsessions:

gingerhastoomanyobsessions:

coming back from the dead and I’m doing just fine

gotta gotta eat blood because I came back wrong

diasdelfuego:

our spiritually elevated rejection of canon vs their intellectually dishonest refusal to engage with the text

writingwithgeoffrey:

writing-prompt-s:

Names have power, so the more people who share the same Name, the more powerful they are. The Wizard School was prepared for their 213th Merlin. What they weren’t prepared for was their first Bob.

The council of elders had all gathered around their newest inductee to the academy. Some had ventured from distant lands with intrigue in their hearts, while others were there to bring back news that would dispel rumors in their homelands. Most of the elders, however, were there for safety.

There was chatter among them, disbelief that the academy would even dare accept such an individual into its ranks. The words did little to reach the new student’s ears, as focused as they were on the task at hand.

“O-okay, Bob.” The arbiter stood in the center of a recessed arena meant for only the grandest of magic duels, his trembles barely visible beneath his robes. “You know the basic incantation and the motion. Now, please …” The arbiter raised a staff, its surface glowing violet in preparation to defend himself. “Light the candle.”

Bob, who knew none of the faces watching him, stood before the candle. It was a tiny stump of wax with a pitiful wick sticking out of the top, placed gently in the center of a rickety wooden table. He’d overheard snippets as he’d been escorted to the arena, some higher-ups calling for the cheapest, flimsiest table that they could spare—something about them not wanting to waste quality materials.

Bob raised the thin stick in his hand. The arbiter had called it a wand, but it looked like little more than a twig in his careless, calloused hands. He feared too tight of a grip would snap it.

“You sure I know it?” Bob raised his hand, oblivious to the collective flinch that spread through most of the spectators. “‘Cause, I mean, I feel ridiculous just wavin’ this thing around.”

Bob gave the wand a few flicks and swishes, causing the arbiter to shout.

“Please!”

Bob stopped. The arbiter heaved out a sigh.

“Please, stop waving it around so carelessly.”

“See? Told you I look like a fool.”

The arbiter glanced to the side, sweat beading on his brow. “Y-yes. Of course. But all students look like fools at first. So, please demonstrate.”

Bob grumbled but ultimately said nothing. He was, after all, used to looking like a fool. He’d always been the butt of the joke around the office, and every time, it felt like management used him for the more menial tasks. Bob really didn’t care much. Money was money, after all.

This, however, was different. If he learned even a little bit of magic, then he’d be able to prove that he wasn’t a fool. He could laugh alongside them instead of being laughed at.

“Here goes.” Bob raised the wand, pointed it at the candle, and gave the tip a little flick. “Incende.”

The candle lit on fire. As did the table. And the grass beneath it. And the air above it. Bob gaped, staring at the rising vortex of fire that he’d conjured. There were no words that he knew to describe the sight. But, oddly enough, there was no heat.

Moments later, the vortex dissipated, leaving behind a thoroughly impressed Bob and a frazzled arbiter in singed robes.

“Did I do it right?” Bob asked, looking at the tiny flame that clung to the candle’s wick.

The arbiter nodded once, loosened the grip on his staff, and sunk to the ground, defeated. “Welcome to the academy, Bob.”

derinthescarletpescatarian:

sabertoothwalrus:

gavamont:

wizard-gobling:

ratazom:

wizard-gobling:

wizard-gobling:

gavamont:

moreyradder:

moreyradder:

gavamont:

moreyradder:

gavamont:

Not my white ass locked in the duke’s dungeon again because I fucked his favorite jester 😩

I didn’t know he was so territorial over the silly little guy 🙄

Pro Tip: Avoid this in the future by inviting the king to your chambers and presenting the situation as;

“ Just warming him up for a surprise threesome. You looked so stressed, sire, so let us help you relax.”

1. The Duke would, at best, be the fourth
2. The Duke’s wife is the third from time to time, and I feel like he’s not gonna be happy about that
3. And most importantly, the Duke is a fuck boi, he’s not invited

Ah, but I said the king, my good wizard!

If you get the king in on this, the duke can do nothing without risking insulting his monarch.

This could not possibly backfire!

In fact, I’ll go perform this right now and report back my success shortly.

Dungeon

Welcome to the club

surely the duke can’t catch all of us????

Gonna try hitting up the jester when the duke goes out for another raid and report with results 👍

Dungeon.

Wow. I don’t respect anyone in this thread.

feels like somebody’s mad they didn’t get the chance to fuck the duke’s favorite jester

Make a pass at the jester and there’s always a chance

That you’ll be be doing that old “chained in the dungeon” dance

I was inspired

I think the duke and the jester need to have a talk about the exclusivity of their relationship because they both seem to have very different ideas on the matter

depsidase:

corpsesoldier:

ricky-yaps:

ricky-yaps:

Anyone got that poem written from the perspective of an English teacher where they know deeply personal things about their now adult students because of the essays they wrote

FOUND IT it was in one of my boards

Text ID:

Small Town English Teacher

In your town, former students
sling your drinks, snap your x-rays, and report your news on TV.
You hold their secrets because
you remember their essays.

One returns from combat, homecoming party at the airport, and
you know he only joined up because
his mom was ashamed of him.
You remember the essay.

One dies from an opioid OD and
you know about the man who groped her at work
and how she told his wife.
You remember the essay.

One smiles and wins an award and
you know her drunk dad pushed
her mom into a wall.
You remember the essay.

One closes her eyes halfway in the mugshot and
you know she worked in assisted living and
once brushed a dying woman’s hair.
You remember the essay.

- Jessie Lovett Allen

End ID.

klubbhead:

mornington-the-crescent:

klubbhead:

edensmidian:

I hate English

English might seem complicated, but it can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.

Fuck you

wiki-but-made-them-up:

ALT

beastwhimsy:

this is moonlit mane but her TRUE PACK NAME is FIERCE FANG and one day the wolves will howl for her and she’ll run to them and they’ll accept her into their pack just you wait and see

still-trans-gwender:

gayarsonist:

you ever see shit that makes you think “i know i’m very online but i’m not online enough for this one”

One time I saw a Tumblr ask that said something along the lines of “You posted a picture of the sky and now people can use that information to track down where you took it.” and I was like “I just got online and I feel like I should get off now.”