I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.

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I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
We like to think the internet within the past half decade or so has honed shitposting down to a science but racing horse names have us beat by decades
This is a case of necessity is the mother of invention- for both race horses and purebred show animals, every.single.animal. needs to have a unique name for record keeping purposes. Imagine trying to come up with a cool username if you aren’t allowed to add random numbers and underscores- only pronounceable words. Now imagine that this website has had tens of millions of users, and even after someone leaves the site their username can never be recycled. WELCOME TO PEDIGREE SHITPOST BINGO
Pedigree Shitpost Bingo would make a great horse name
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My favourite Irish insult is “Go ndéana an diabhal dréimire de chnámh do dhroma ag piocadh úll i ngairdín Ifrinn!”
Translation?
I hope the devil uses your backbone as a ladder to pick apple’s in the garden of hell
Holy shit Ireland are you ok
There’s also one that directly translates to :
May your friends have a fine day - burying you
That’s metal as fuck
so one of the irish terms for depression is “an mór-bhrón” which directly translates to “the big sad” and that right there is the mood of this fine winter lads
for @newscientist
I can go from field to bog in 5 seconds.
reclaiming “haha youre gay” as a friendly affirmation between, two gays, is nice actually
Okay, so:
Latin has this word, sic. Or, if we want to be more diacritically accurate, sīc. That shows that the i is long, so it’s pronounced like “seek” and not like “sick.”
You might recognize this word from Latin sayings like “sic semper tyrannis” or “sic transit gloria mundi.” You might recognize it as what you put in parentheses when you want to be pass-agg about someone’s mistakes when you’re quoting them: “Then he texted me, ‘I want to touch you’re (sic) butt.’”
It means, “thus,” which sounds pretty hoity-toity in this modren era, so maybe think of it as meaning “in this way,” or “just like that.” As in, “just like that, to all tyrants, forever,” an allegedly cool thing to say after shooting a President and leaping off a balcony and shattering your leg. “Everyone should do it this way.”
Anyway, Classical Latin somewhat lacked an affirmative particle, though you might see the word ita, a synonym of sic, used in that way. By Medieval Times, however, sic was holding down this role. Which is to say, it came to mean yes.
Ego: Num edisti totam pitam?
Tu, pudendus: Sic.
Me: Did you eat all the pizza?
You, shameful: That’s the way it is./Yes.
This was pretty well established by the time Latin evolved into its various bastard children, the Romance languages, and you can see this by the words for yes in these languages.
In Spanish, Italian, Asturian, Catalan, Corsican, Galician, Friulian, and others, you say si for yes. In Portugese, you say sim. In French, you say si to mean yes when you’re contradicting a negative assertion (”You don’t like donkey sausage like all of us, the inhabitants of France, eat all the time?” “Yes, I do!”). In Romanian, you say da, but that’s because they’re on some Slavic shit. P.S. there are possibly more Romance languages than you’re aware of.
But:
There was still influence in some areas by the conquered Gaulish tribes on the language of their conquerors. We don’t really have anything of Gaulish language left, but we can reverse engineer some things from their descendants. You see, the Celts that we think of now as the people of the British Isles were Gaulish, originally (in the sense that anyone’s originally from anywhere, I guess) from central and western Europe. So we can look at, for example, Old Irish, where they said tó to mean yes, or Welsh, where they say do to mean yes or indeed, and we can see that they derive from the Proto-Indo-European (the big mother language at whose teat very many languages both modern and ancient did suckle) word *tod, meaning “this” or “that.” (The asterisk indicates that this is a reconstructed word and we don’t know exactly what it would have been but we have a pretty damn good idea.)
So if you were fucking Ambiorix or whoever and Quintus Titurius Sabinus was like, “Yo, did you eat all the pizza?” you would do that Drake smile and point thing under your big beefy Gaulish mustache and say, “This.” Then you would have him surrounded and killed.
Apparently Latin(ish) speakers in the area thought this was a very dope way of expressing themselves. “Why should I say ‘in that way’ like those idiots in Italy and Spain when I could say ‘this’ like all these cool mustache boys in Gaul?” So they started copying the expression, but in their own language. (That’s called a calque, by the way. When you borrow an expression from another language but translate it into your own. If you care about that kind of shit.)
The Latin word for “this” is “hoc,” so a bunch of people started saying “hoc” to mean yes. In the southern parts of what was once Gaul, “hoc” makes the relatively minor adjustment to òc, while in the more northerly areas they think, “Hmm, just saying ‘this’ isn’t cool enough. What if we said ‘this that’ to mean ‘yes.’” (This is not exactly what happened but it is basically what happened, please just fucking roll with it, this shit is long enough already.)
So they combined hoc with ille, which means “that” (but also comes to just mean “he”: compare Spanish el, Italian il, French le, and so on) to make o-il, which becomes oïl. This difference between the north and south (i.e. saying oc or oil) comes to be so emblematic of the differences between the two languages/dialects that the languages from the north are called langues d’oil and the ones from the south are called langues d’oc. In fact, the latter language is now officially called “Occitan,” which is a made-up word (to a slightly greater degree than that to which all words are made-up words) that basically means “Oc-ish.” They speak Occitan in southern France and Catalonia and Monaco and some other places.
The oil languages include a pretty beefy number of languages and dialects with some pretty amazing names like Walloon, and also one with a much more basic name: French. Perhaps you’ve heard of it, n'est-ce pas?
Yeah, eventually Francophones drop the -l from oil and start saying it as oui. If you’ve ever wondered why French yes is different from other Romance yeses, well, now you know.
I guess what I’m getting at is that when you reblog a post you like and tag it with “this,” or affirm a thing a friend said by nodding and saying “Yeah, that”: you’re not new
man its been over a month since i saw infinity war and i still cant think of a single redeeming feature that movie might have possibly had
oh wait heres one: it’s sooo funny when rocket raccoon talks to the winter soldier for 1 second. oh fuck here’s another one: its sooo funny when captain america talks to groot! also for one second. oh oh wait i’ve got a third one: it’s sooooooo funny when Shuri makes a joke about being smarter than tony ironman and the hulk but then the movie goes out of its way to make sure she not only fails to do anything but is in fact literally accidentally knocked out of the movie without comment because we can’t risk anyone in the audience taking that joke seriously. Oh god this isn’t a movie it’s a vapid, hollow merchandising checklist whose entire driving ethos is the overwhelming futility of cynical franchise saturation itself oh god aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
everyone ragged on Ready Player One and made fun of it when it was in production because the whole driving concept is just about repeating things that are pop-culturally familiar for the sake of familiarity without using any of those references in a transformative or critical or baseline meaningful way, but imagine if every weird 80′s thing that gets referenced in Ready Player One was originally made specifically to be ultimately included in the movie. like you’re watching The Shining or whatever when it first comes out and like, enjoying the movie, but also being burdened by constant reminders that the movie you’re watching exists to be relevant to another movie that will be made in 30 years to pay it off, but that movie is going to be really really good you guys. and then you finally see Ready Marvel One and all of the intricate references to other, entire things are just completely perfunctory and rote because nothing that actually happens or is expressed in the media objects that the movie builds itself on actually matters to the movie, only the fact that people recognize them. Also theres a big old purple guy
“I was not a tough kid growing up. I was timid. I was very sensitive to pain in other kids. I never wanted to do anything that made people feel worse than they already did. And God forbid I ever hurt somebody. That would just destroy me. I’m having to learn to dial that back as an adult. There’s such a thing as being too compassionate. If you’re too scared of causing pain, you can easily be manipulated. Your fear becomes a button to be pushed. In my last relationship, I was made to feel hurtful or aggressive whenever I stood up for myself. So I always backed down. I’ve got to learn the line between being compassionate and being a doormat.”
the notes on this are almost entirely people tagging their DM who they’ve made throw their hands up in anguish
Happy pride month!
I just wanna say like, if you’re ace AND lgbt I know it can probably be disheartening seeing a lot of ace discourse atm. You are welcome at pride, but please understand that the people we are uncomfortable with taking over pride are straight and cis ace people.
Don’t confuse ‘ace people aren’t inherently lgbt’ as ‘ace people can’t be lgbt’. Of course you can. I know especially for younger ace lgbt people that this discourse can be frustrating and easy to misinterpret, please know it only comes from a place of community preservation.
Have a good pride if you are lgbt! And do your best to not react in a knee jerk way when you see posts criticising cishet ace folks, it comes from concern and a place of love for our community.
yes i am an incredibly loving person. yes i hate str*ights @ the same time. its called multitasking
yeah we know