I should maybe make an effort post about it but I think Tumblr would be really amused to hear about the whole Sig P320 fiasco. Where the handgun that replaced the Beretta M9 in military service is just randomly going off for no reason, cops all over the country are banning it from duty, and the company that makes it posted a bizarre message about it on Twitter that desperately tries to hide behind the shield of vague online conservative culture. They ultimately changed the manual to say you shouldn’t carry it loaded after getting involved in at least one wrongful death lawsuit over this issue. The other thing that’s interesting is SIG only won the contract because they offered an insanely low per-unit cost, just around $200, so they skipped the actual trials that would compare its durability and performance to a competing Glock design, and would catch if it did something like going off completely randomly.
This is also the company that developed the XM7, which is a horrific clusterfuck of a rifle that itself is having bizarre issues. Initially the issue was that the barrels could be pushed around, causing the first shot in a string to be off-zero. Now the barrels are getting insane wear within a couple thousand rounds because the cartridge is so high-pressure and fucking stupid. And the whole idea about this cartridge was to be able to penetrate armor that no other nation in the world currently fields, by firing armor piercing bullets that cost $20 per round. For some reason the army thinks this should be the new service rifle. It is basically going back to an idea that led to the shortest-lived service rifle the US has ever used, because it was so heavy and had so much recoil and sucked so much. This is because the army is still trying to win their invasion of Afghanistan, as this kind of rifle would have been really handy there.
Everything is the F-35 program now. It’s all corruption and bribery. SIG has won every contract they’ve entered over the last few years, even for shit they’ve never made and don’t even produce themselves, like scopes. This is what the final stages of the American Imperial Military-Industrial Complex look like.
hi. if you’re a young person or teenager who happens to be following me: write it down! keep a secret diary, a notepad, a blog your parents don’t have access to. write it down. keep a record somehow.
when i was a little kid and both my dad & i were being actively abused by my mom, he was familiar enough w her gaslighting that he instructed me at elementary school age to write down all the horrible things she did/said to me. it would be useful in court when custody was being argued and it would be useful to ME, years later, when my mom would try and convince me none of it happened. i had the proof, often word for word, that it did–and there was no hope in convincing my mom but a lot of hope in convincing myself and holding my stance against her. it was pivotal to advocating for myself and my feelings and eventually leaving her in my dust!
write it down!!! it’s so frustrating to have to deal with this bullshit, whether your parents are outright abusive or just fucking toxic/dysfunctional assholes. but you can do something for yourself and your mental health and that something is writing it down.
Yeah bury it in a box in the woods and write in it once a month if you have to, but write that shit down. I wish to fuck I had.
hi. if you’re a young person or teenager who happens to be following me: write it down! keep a secret diary, a notepad, a blog your parents don’t have access to. write it down. keep a record somehow.
when i was a little kid and both my dad & i were being actively abused by my mom, he was familiar enough w her gaslighting that he instructed me at elementary school age to write down all the horrible things she did/said to me. it would be useful in court when custody was being argued and it would be useful to ME, years later, when my mom would try and convince me none of it happened. i had the proof, often word for word, that it did–and there was no hope in convincing my mom but a lot of hope in convincing myself and holding my stance against her. it was pivotal to advocating for myself and my feelings and eventually leaving her in my dust!
write it down!!! it’s so frustrating to have to deal with this bullshit, whether your parents are outright abusive or just fucking toxic/dysfunctional assholes. but you can do something for yourself and your mental health and that something is writing it down.
Yeah bury it in a box in the woods and write in it once a month if you have to, but write that shit down. I wish to fuck I had.
all those terms for when you dont really like something but someone else does and you respect that… youve heard of “not my cup of tea” and “whatever floats your boat” and now its time for this phrase to shine
lars all due respect but no the fuck it isn’t
sounds like this one just isnt your fav hentai of pennywise and that’s okay
Honestly, y'all, I’m begging you. Take the time to think and learn for yourself. Even if it’s just something casual like knitting or cooking. Exercise your brain. It’s important.
Trans women are assigned gender out of convenience for those who wish to control or abuse us.
One moment, we’re a woman who can be spoken over, overlooked, and ignored. The next, (often when we have the gall to stand up for ourselves) we’re men who are violent angry and abusive.
We have so little control of our own identities, we’re a third sex to twist and transform to your convenience. No wonder we’re so often scapegoated.
100% agreed, but I also want to bring up a similar concern specific to Black transfemmes: the intersection of gendered *racialization* and transmisogyny (as a subset of transmisogynoir)
By gendered racialization I mean the way that society views and treats us based on their categorization of us as Black Men and Black Women. While with what OP is describing it tends to be an either/or situation, for Black transfemmes, being openly/visibly Black and transfemme makes us subject to both concurrently. We do not get to leave being a “Black Man” behind even temporarily in the eyes of others, especially given society’s view of all Black women as being “masculine” no matter how “femininely” we present or behave.
For us, gendered racialization compounds each other, leaving us to be treated as both Strong and Aggressive Black Women and Virile and Violent Black Men at all times. We are often “positively” reduced to the ways we can support those around us or our sexual prowess/characteristics (real or rumored), while the second a nonblack person has something to gain from our suffering there’s no issue painting all of our actions as intimidating, aggressive, or forward. Of claiming a fear of violence, of harm, of impropriety that will be believed by many nonblacks no matter how we truly act or what we do.
Recently, another Black transfemme I know was accused of being a “homeless attempted coercive rapist” for commenting that she was going to take a nap in her car (before going back to her apartment) because she didn’t feel sober enough to drive responsibly. Later on, a white trans woman who was leaving at the same time used this to try to claim that she was trying to force her to let her come home with, and sleep with her because “she was homeless and sleeping in her car” despite the Black transfemme having an apartment at the time and the white trans woman knowing this.
The white woman’s reasoning? Another white trans woman had a crush on the Black trans woman, and the first white wanted to fuck the second, so she was willing to try and use these facets of gendered racialization to try to eliminate the Black trans woman from the “competition” on a whim.
This isn’t a rare occurrence, and for many Black transfemmes not in majority-Black spaces, this happening is a “when” not an “if” and a constant consideration we have to account for. If there’s not another Black transfemme around (such in small queer communities or isolated friend groups) we may be taken completely unawares by something that’s just.. sickeningly common.
Which is why I feel it’s important to highlight this on the back of OP’s post - because even nonblack transfemmes have no issue using this against us if it benefits them. Even the staunchest transfeminists aren’t immune to the allure of using transmisogynoir to their own benefit. But you have to know to be a hypocrite, and now y’all can’t say you ain’t know.
customer was rude to me this morning and i had the very vivid mental image of drawing a complicated scary looking labyrinth in the syrup he asked for on top of his drink and serving it to him while saying that’s where you go when you die btw
thought it was a one-off thing, but i’ve now seen multiple pictures and videos of red-bellied woodpeckers touching other birds with their tongue at bird feeders. why are they suck little freaks?
i put this pjackk poem into elevenai and something went very wrong. i’ve never heard it freak out like this, it sounds like the narrator is being forced to read @pjackk posts while undergoing an icepick lobotomy, which is also what i think hell will be like.
Avedarbjacque. May three two thousantwentoo. “The Sweetness of Honeymilk” by PrototypeHAJACHHCKK IH HAH EH HCK AEH HH TENH Adi AEHAA T H e-krazy tu-AUK kueyz-you Smackme? whenUWhackme? When you Squirtme. When you spurt me. The memorys, Are priceless. My LUST-A, my lust. My Lust! feryou. i would neversell for bthous-uz-uei. E-Sein. Heyuh homba fumbayo. Thou tho-uh so-so sweet. Sosweet, so sweet. Areyourlips. And, your Balls. andyour Perky, Pink Nipples. Sweeter Then Honey Milk. With 50 pounds of Brown Sugar, and ThirtyDoughNuts and five hundred slices of Cakes, and three thousand candies, and a Chocolate. and a Sweet Cola. ‘n’ Teodouzenblawuzara Eace Cones, and Thirty Candy Cane, and Feefigaa-b'hausen Lollepops, annean Derb’s hauveden n'fowaer. d'la Eace Papes. 'naSlicea Cherrypohh. an’ Feef. oh thithussen Root Beer Flotes. and a Piece a’ Candy, and that Temby Bassen pokéstick. Seven Direrarzhunlem Paededder… FrapChinos! and Fae Fathezun Maezun Brownies and Facktheckadou, Desson Blondies. and a velvet Cake. and twentuh, key LIME pie. and Icchewod segwoh. Cookies. and three thousandoo Serd Shocklates. and sicksouzoo, soon, Gumballs. and two thousand Sugars. and fid-filvouden Honeys. and one hundred, Crystal Candies, and Eight Two, Sweet Treats, and Three Jellos. and Eewanzouthewew. o'Hingtoro. Tuuorouw. Idiom pudding, and six hundred mochis and a piece of candy. You are sweeter to me, then all these. But you don’t fuckin’ respond to me, on grindr any more. And that makes me mad. Mad, mad. Rarely am i glad. I thought you were my lad. Sad.
Sorry I’m late, I got added to the Wild Hunt last night and ran and reveled with them for what felt like 100 years plus a day until I landed the killing blow on a stag with bronze antlers then suddenly woke in my bed, willow leaves in my hair, a nameless song echoing in my ears, and my hands still bloody, so yeah, totally missed my alarm and stuff.
So yesterday my grandparents found a big box of old 78s that they’ve had in an attic for years, and wanted me to transfer them to CDs. Most were in pretty great shape, no cracks and few scratches. Lots of 1930s sweet/hot jazz, British big band & swing and a few Decca classical ones. This one had its label peeled/scratched off on the a side, on the reverse was a Parlophone march.
90% sure by playing it it’s unleashed some kind of 70 year old curse.
Oh my god D:
here’s a bad idea: listening to this in the dark by yourself
I heard that some records made during the 30s had laughter on them because they believed that listening to laughter would make others laugh along.
this ancient and forgotten horror, an abomination scratching at the walls of time itself, forbidden by the laws of gods and men, unearthed and resurrected from the archive of my blog in late 2013: “hold. my. fucking. beer.”
Why the fuck did they think people would enjoy listening to this even back then
Just *listening* to this feels like being sport-hunted by the aristocracy
1930s equivalent of surreal memes???
A couple people in the comments recognized this as “The OKeh Laughing Record,” and wow it’s been a while since I was reminded this strongly that society’s sense of humor changes over time.
According to my 15 minutes of research:
It sold around a million copies.
It was released in 1923, and reached #8 on the Billboard charts.
It prompted other record companies to come up with cover versions and other laughing specialties.
“How they were ultimately used—as party background noise or for cheering up its listeners—is, of course, open to speculation.”
This record helped inspire sitcom soundtracks.
At the time, it wasn’t meant to sound like a cackling witch and a horror-house muahaha. It was two people laughing at an inept cornet player (not a trumpet after all).
Little did they know that a century later it would come across as incredibly creepy nonsense.
sugar pussy make it a yeast infection, slurring speech call it a beast inflection, my penis hard im having dick erections, shadow gov I steal elections
Slavs: Have free healthcare Also slavs: I’m not seeing the doctor unless dying, there are sick people there
I em Slavic, and this is 90% true
however, you got one thing wrong
Only snobs, hipsters, and fratboys drink foreign brands
Nonono this is a good cola. It’s the party cola. This is the cola you drink and enjoy. Coca cola is the cola you have stored in your home for months in case someone gets sick, that’s its only use. The scientific explanation (the scientist is my mother) is that american Coca Cola has more evil chemicals, therefore it vibe checks the evil out of your stomach.
I think my general thought process with interacting with other people online is like yeah you have really cool art. You have really cool writing. You’re really good at that thing you’re posting about, but are you nice?
Are you non-judgemental? If someone was able to show you a creative project or a photo of their room, would you have nothing negative or unsolicited advice to give?
Are you polite to people online because its primarily good for your reputation on your username, or is it something you do automatically? When you make a social mistake, do you first think of how it reflects back on you in the eyes of others? Or how the other person feels in their shoes? Are you more concerned about your reputation or the sense of community?
Do you respond nicely to commenters who ‘just don’t get’ the project you’re working on? Even if they are a little rude or misguided? This is not to say don’t block anyone ever, do that too! But is being nice with an attempt at understanding your first course of action? Do you practice having good faith when you interact with a conflict online?
Can you compliment someone without comparing them to someone else, like another creator? Maybe someone with an art style or hc you don’t vibe with. Are you able to lift up your fellow creatives without creating a habit of using others as a stepping ladder, even if you don’t like them. Do you consider your friend’s feelings when you put them in that situation?
Do you respect the people that obsess over the tv show/game/ship/whatever that you cannot stand even if its overrated? What about things that are unpopular? Do you group people together by a single shared interest/disinterest and carry a preconceived opinion of them based on that? Do you attribute the value of an idea by its prominence, and (even if unknowingly) assign negative or positive connection to it and the people that like it? (<This reflection does not apply to harmful things with real world consequences, such as HP.)
If you’re someone who consumes more than they create, do you practice boundaries? Do you check for consent before sending a stranger a suggestive/nsfw message even if they are creator who makes adult content? Do you remember that creators are people with lives outside of content, and cannot pump out content continuously? Nor will they forever stay creating the same things you want to see?
If you recognize some not-so-nice behaviors, do you know that you can break bad habits, or are you comfortable with them considering they’ve become social norm of internet and influencer culture? Do you remember that people interacting with you are real people and not NPCS?
It’s okay to say that you’ve had trouble with that. Short, near minuscule interactions with hundreds, thousands of people every day on the world wide web such as likes, reblogs, ect have trained our brains into seeing usernames as texts on a screen in our notifications and not registering as a human interaction, and about as common as ads are nowadays.
But did you know that you can rewire your brain away from that? Aren’t you tired of going ape shit? Don’t you just want to be nice?
IDK im not in everyone’s brains to know that information. ive been told nice things but i think those things should be said to everyone, and im usually way too focused on doing my own thing in my own corner
if i do leave an influence i want it to be: be nice at every chance presented, mind your business and also make the stuff you wanna see and be a little insane about it. Drink Water.
I also think it’d be cool if i didn’t leave an influence at all. some ppl might find me and be like ‘whoa youre that dude that wrote or drew that one thing’ and then boom pipe bomb you forget my username or what i ever did or who i am. like tony hawk
so this European clothing retailer decided to advertise their jean cuts on youtube and it’s unintentionally the funniest shit I’ve seen today. why? well.
ALT
now important context here: in German, die (pronounced ‘dee’) is just a feminine article, it literally means “the”.
ALT
but if an ad gets placed in the middle of an English video and doesn’t use a single explicitly German word for most of the ad, even a native speaker is gonna think “they want me to die how?” it keeps getting funnier.
Like…ok. my job is to clean up the parks. Fine. I have no problem with this.
There is a difference between leaving things behind and leaving the parks a mess.
Someone left an array of condiments and a full tray of barbecue chicken out in the parks overnight and trash all over the lawn. Like they were raptured.
Just because I’m paid to clean up the parks doesn’t mean it’s okay to leave a huge mess. Wtf. And it’s like… I saw the group that was setting up- they were old enough to know better.
Real “the help will get it” attitude from this group. Like yes, I’m obligated to get this, but I also have 6 more parks that I need to clean.
In one of his letters [to the king] he wrote: “once the sun has gone down and we are finally alone together, my cock shall greet you like a gentleman greets a king - with a noble upright posture and a bared head.” Next to this paragraph he had drawn an erect penis with the foreskin drawn back, with an arrow pointed at the exposed glans penis. Modern historians have drawn no definitive conclusions of what he meant by this.
