its maddening to me when people discusss school issues and you can tell they dont give a single thought to disabled kids, institutionalised kids, untold scores of dead kids whose graves are etched with fantasies written by their parents. it’s always appeal to some median presentable child stripped of interiority, inherently oppositional against learning for no motive, transformed into property which must be totally controlled for their own good. i don’t care about your imagined construct of the median child. the system should be built for the most vulnerable children who are stripped of their voices and erased from reality. i think we should sacrifice bureaucratic efficiency if it means less kids get killed and institutionalised. i think standardised testing should be stripped bare (less frequent, results completely anonymised to parents and schools so they have no individual incentives for results). i think homework should be minimised even if it meant worse learning outcomes (which it doesnt in the majority of cases) so that less kids get killed and institutionalised. these are sacrifices which should be uncontroversial to anyone who isn’t a eugenicist, and who recognises that the current education system is a disability filter
its crazy how teeth problems can fucking kill you and not only are dental services not free they cost a ludicrous amount and require an entirely different type of insurance than the rest of ur body. aside from the eyes, of course, which need a third type of insurance. What are we even doing man
Hypothetical scenario: you suddenly have a clone. They have all of your memories and your same personality, but they aware that they’re not the original. They think of your friends as also their friends, your job as also their job, your partner as also their partner, etc.
“Unshareable” things would include your job, legal identity, romantic partner(s) [excluding certain poly arrangements], personal possessions, etc.
If you suddenly had a clone, how would you handle suddenly sharing your entire life with them?
The cure to anxiety is completing all the tasks you have to finish for the day early and doing them phenomenally and being physically perfect and on everyone’s good side preferably even their favorite.
Make sure you don’t accidentally punish people for communicating their needs and boundaries. When someone cares enough to have the uncomfortable conversation, that’s a compliment and a clear sign that they are invested in the relationship. Yes of course it’s uncomfortable to hear that something you’ve been doing has been upsetting someone you care about when that was never your intention, but people generally only bother to have these conversations with the people they want to keep around - the people they trust to care. If they just didn’t like you, they’d probably just try to avoid you. So make sure you don’t make it into a more punishing experience than it has to be. Try to see the care and the trust behind the criticism, even when it triggers uncomfortable emotions. It’s a good sign that they’re there telling you.
there’s a big difference between “i’m sad because a character i was emotionally invested in was killed off” and “this character’s death served no purpose, was used for shock value, and is the product of bad writing and i’m upset about that”
(watching hardcore porn) derivative. it insists upon itself. not even a dutch angle could- hold on (cums) sorry. not even a dutch angle could save this trite
i can’t stop thinking about this. this kind of shit is not like milsim plane nerds with their own super-expensive desktop cockpit recreations. that kind of hardware makes sense to exist.
this does not. they’re playing world of tanks which is like the “call of duty” of tank games (casual, players only slightly bad-smelling). it also doesn’t have support for tank peripherals. no game does. no trainers do afaik. which means that (assuming this isn’t just a video editing) all of that shit they are fucking with translates into mouse/keyboard inputs that the game understands. that’s weird/hard and perplexing, uh, and considering that “tank peripherals” aren’t a thing that exist i can only guess they built them theirselves
which is fucking hilarious because why are they so good. why does the fucking cannon breech have a little dry ice smoke effect when the breech opens like they just shot a shell. what. manual turret traverse crank?? did they build a fucking ready rack!! they’re even using the correct phraseology which means one of these mofos read a PDF file
god im infected by that posting style that’s like “posting about my thing #my thing” i just got back to my apartment and my first thought had to go and formulate itself as damn im so sleepy i haven’t even had my tea #mytea
Reblog this post :) Especially if you’re on mobile, you’ll lose the post if you click the link without thinking. Take a note from your elders before you
Interesting note: It definitely uses whoever you’re following now, not at that date. Even the 2020 one includes a lot of people I was absolutely not following yet in Feb 2020, which is actually kind of cool, I can see what they were reblogging from this fandom before I got into it.
if you’re on desktop you can easily customize this and go back to a specific day on your dashboard. first, disable “endless scrolling” in your dashboard preferences, otherwise you’ll only see a handful of posts. next you have to find a post/reblog from that date (through your blog’s archive for example), copy its post id from the url (the long number at the end) and then attach it to this url:
One thousand years in the future, the human race has transcended the need for physical bodies. Out of a resurgence of nostalgia, companies are offering highly sought after timeshares to rent space in a body. Today your number is called and you and forty-nine other consciousnesses occupy a body; you get to run the nose for a week.
Humans are galactic cryptids. Though benevolent, they are known to appear out of nowhere to shower anything furry, or “Cute” with affection and gifts of food, or technology. They are known by their call, an unintelligible, though strangely affectionate noise - “Whoseagoodbooooy?”
there’s a big difference between “i’m sad because a character i was emotionally invested in was killed off” and “this character’s death served no purpose, was used for shock value, and is the product of bad writing and i’m upset about that”
Just a reminder that Bethesda actually thought this was an acceptable way to end a story.
me: hey fawkes can you walk five feet into this room and type 3 numbers on a keyboard for me? since i saved your life and all?
my best friend fawkes: tbh dude i could but it’d be cooler if you just fucking died
It just struck me this game’s like a decade old now, so for the uninitiated, to the best of my recollection: the final room’s dilemna is to fix a water purifier there’s a chamber with SUPER LETHAL radiation that needs to be entered so someone can input some password on a numberpad to fix it. You can either go in yourself and die or send in the girl who came with you and have her die, and since at launch there was no postgame and the game simply cuts to the an ending cinematic and credits after this decision either way without the appropriate DLC (and when you do get the DLC it retcons that you somehow survive either way), it doesn’t really matter except whether you care about the narrator calling you a coward or not in the photo reel at the end.
BUT, and I swear this must have been like a last minute addition that the writer’s completely forgot they’d written themselves into a corner with because they’d already decided on a STELLAR ending. One of the few travelling companions in this game, in fact perhaps the only one you gain directly from the main quest, a mere hour or two before this final room, is Fawkes. He’s got 2 important character traits: Friendly, which is odd for a supermutant in the bethesda canon, and Immune to Death By Radiation, a trait that is not only common to supermutants, but DEMONSTRATED in the quest just before this one. Like an hour ago of gameplay, there was an irradiated room you couldn’t enter to get this macguffin you need, so after some pleasantries, the solution to this puzzle is to have your new friend Fawkes go in and grab it for you effortlessly. It is in fact the only solution to that puzzle, it is the one plot-critical thing that Fawkes is notable for.
So your options, to review: sacrifice yourself, or sacrifice another human. Or ask Fawkes to do it so no one has to die, and have him tell you in the most pretentious way to go fuck off and die in the radiation room, buddy.
desegregate all sports now. no more gendered sports. its stupid
if you absolutely must, in primarily muscle force-based sports, create competitive classes like in boxing except separated by body comp, not just pure body weight. i mean, if you must. this will eliminate any tiny advantages in muscle mass. some will say basketball should have height classes but frankly some of the NBA’s most impressive players were not tall so idk that this actually matters ever
the primary athletic impediment to all women is overwhelmingly cultural and psychological. i have won probably half the physical competitions with cis men that i have engaged in, friendly or otherwise. even without the benefit of a lifetime of people trying to make me throw or hit balls, i have won wrestling matches, sparring matches, funny backyard foam sword fights, video games, equestrian activities, dance, endurance tests of various kinds, etc. i’m small and weak. men think theyre stronger and more skilled than they are, women think the opposite about themselves
humans just arent that differently-sized or -shaped, as a species. we have almost no sexual dimorphism at all compared to the vast majority of other mammals.
animals that have similar levels of sexual dimorphism to humans, for example cats, dogs, and horses, do not generally have competitive events segregated by sex. the dog agility trials dont normally have separate leagues for male and female dogs (gendered competitions exist they’re just unusual). because it doesnt matter. there is no kentucky derby 2 just for girl horses. thats not a thing
remove all gendered categories from online shopping websites and universalize clothing and shoe sizing. im sick of having to search two entirely different sections of ebay when im just trying to find a nice velvet loafer in size 39 EU. what the hell is “women’s clothing”
I will never forget when I tried on a really nice coat at Goodwill and got all turned around because the buttons were on the wrong side. I thought it was because the brand name was very obviously Japanese, but I looked it up and it turns out my 6'1" 220lb frame is just a Japanese women’s XL. I still think about that coat, I wish I had bought it but I was so convinced that the buttons would drive me nuts and when I went back for it it was already gone. I hope some other large hairy man is happy with it 🥹
Tl;dr how you can personally make Neil Gaiman lose money (and not be a jerk to others.)
I see a lot of folks upset that NG will financially benefit from residuals and other compensation surrounding his involvement in the adaptation of Sandman and Good Omens (and he will.) But the answer isn’t “rage at the fans who are so emotionally attached to their blorbos because they grieve differently, and then somehow NG will be financially punished.” That’s lower-class/middle-class thinking. NG is too rich and financially diversified to really be hurt by little boycott or a couple of show cancellations (though said cancellations can cause life-changing poverty to the little guys who signed contracts and turned down other opportunities before all of this came out. Boy does NG love women in poverty 🤮)
So if you want to substantially reduce the wealth of someone at NG’s financial level—you need to do it with professional services fees.
I’ve reblogged this like 20 times but knowing he’s suing one of his victims has made me come back to do it some more because fuck him. How very fucking dare he.
