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You're getting it: Surge is THE Sonic hater. That's her thing. Shadow is apathetic towards him with some begrudging respect, Blaze and Silver and Knuckles all became his friends, and Jet is just here to win at sports. Surge is the one where the hate is real and it's PERSONAL. The thing that sets Surge apart is that she's the ONE character who has it out for him but isn't a straight up villain. We've seen Surge interact with Sonic's friends, and she doesn't seem to have any beef with them at all. It's JUST Sonic. She just hates that fucking guy.

In a way I would consider it a letdown if they ever had an arc where they really reconcile their differences and become friends. She would lose the thing that makes her unique. They've acknowledged that Sonic often makes friends with his rivals! Right from the start, he said the reason he let her live is so she could become his friend eventually. Which means that to Surge, letting go of her grudge would mean that he wins. She's not gonna let that happen. She's way too prideful for that. It only made Surge more determined to stay his enemy. It's about the principle: he underestimated her, and now she wants to prove his whole philosophy wrong. It's spite all the way down. And that's awesome.

demilypyro

The most at peace I would accept them being is that he helps her through some big arc about her past and she goes from wanting to kill him to just wanting to beat him in a fight and rub his face in the dirt. But they should NEVER *like* eachother. Everything he does should piss her off forever.

talisidekick

A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.

Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.

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Actual roman epitaph for a dog

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humans are the same

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bedlamsbard

I’ve seen this one doing the rounds a few times (and it makes me cry every time I see it), but was curious about the original Latin text, so I did some digging: it’s a shortened version of CIL 10, 00659, a tombstone from Salernum (modern Salerno, Italy). (source; CIL is the Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum).

Portaui lacrimis madidus te, nostra catella,

Quod feci lustris laetior ante tribus.

Ergo mihi, Patrice, iam non dabis oscula mille

Nec poteris collo grata cubare meo.

Tristis marmorea posui te sede merentem

Et iunxi semper manib(us) ipse meis

Morib(us) argutis hominem simulare paratam,

Perdidimus quales hei mihi delicias.

Tu, dulcis Patrice, nostras attingere mensas

Consueras, gremio poscere blanda cibos,

Lambere tu calicem lingua rapiente solebas,

Quem tibi saepe meae sustinuere manus,

Accipere et lassum cauda gaudente frequenter

And here’s my translation:

Wet with tears I have carried you, our little (female) dog, just as I did in happier times fifteen years earlier (lit. “three periods of five years). For myself, Patrice, now you will not give me a thousand kisses nor will you be able to lie lovingly around/against my neck. I have sorrowfully placed you, merit-worthy, in a marble tomb and I have joined you always to myself in death, as by your cleverness you matched a human. Alas, we lost such pleasures for myself! You, sweet Patrice, were accustomed to join us at our table, to beg charmingly for food (while sitting in our) laps. You were in the habit of greedily licking our cups with your tongue, which my hands often held for you. Frequently and joyfully (you) receive a weary one with your (wagging) tail...

tl;dr: this dog was named Patrice and was very, very loved. (another translation with some glossing of the text.)

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ospreyonthemoon

It's the fact she's joined to them in death, it's the fact that she sat in her owner's arms and ate their food. That he held the cups down for her to drink from....

Hundreds of years and we still know she was loved. We still know how she liked to sleep. All these years!! Loving dogs is the same!!!!

thaylepo

gonna point out too that 15 years is an INSANELY long lifespan for a dog in ancient Rome. This dog was both well loved and well cared for to have lived so long. Obvs there's going to be some statistical overlap with ancient dogs with loving epitaphs having longer lifespans, but in a world without modern vetrinary science or medicine, no canine vaccines, and no nutritionally formulated dog food, this Roman's beloved pooch exceeded even the average pet dog lifespan today.

the-supernatural-atheist

if theres one thing that really pissed me off from my 3 years of architecture i took in high school it's learning about how we used to have all these little techniques to maximize or minimize heat or warmth and now we just merrily abandoned all those to have the same copypaste style buildings everywhere that are often INCREDIBLY unoptimized to the local weather and climate so we can just throw more money at our heating and cooling bills

the-supernatural-atheist

where i live it is hot as balls approximately 80% of the year. i do not want a massive butt-ugly grey mcmansion with a huge echoey open-concept kitchen-livingroom-foyer-diningroom-staircase that has huge windows so i can have an hvac unit the size of a barge heaving and straining to keep it at a constant 72 the grees. i want a north indian traditional style home with small windows to force the airflow to cool, decorative grates to limit the amount of sunlight, and a COURTYARD with a POND *smashes unspecified large object*

makaeru

I hate learning about instances of "oh yeah we know how to do that, we just don't".

marzipanandminutiae

this is exactly why I love talking about historical passive heating and cooling techniques

oh wow the glass-tower office buildings we constructed when we thought air conditioning and central heating would never have downsides...have downsides?

and we're still building them?

while the Victorian house museum where I work, with thick walls and small windows and big wooden shutters stays ~10 degrees above (winter) or below (summer) the outside temperature for days on end with no help at all?

uh. okay then

(also public transit. the history of public transit in the US is infuriating, because we had it! and then we destroyed it!)

headspace-hotel

THIS IS SO TRUE

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in some cases it goes back to colonialism. colonizers trying to put a certain aesthetic that was thought of as more valuable or attractive in a place we were trying to force to be the way we wanted.

Trying to import a new culture, and replace the old culture, bringing in the architectural ideas of the old place. ignoring the local climate and ecology

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How quickly we forget the dangerous crow boy who’s job it is to destroy plastic

eatpussypraylove

Favorite adderall review

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ralfmaximus

You have to watch the dosage.

mortimermcmirestinks

You have to watch the dosage.

karatekamania

the nsfw ban on Tumblr is temporarily lifted every time you scroll your for you tab at work

shutyourmoustache

*whispers* holy shit people are amazing.

dracoj

what they dont tell you about adulthood is that it’s startlingly easy to go long periods of time without having any fun at all not even a little bit. btw this causes ur brain to try to kill you with knives and hammers.

clockworkrobotic

when i was a teenager i used to catch myself thinking "i'm really glad i'm alive right now because of all the cool personal technologies that exist" and when i did i'd think it through and reckon that well, its not like teenagers in the 70s and 80s knew they didnt have ipods or facebook or whatever. they were also happy with the tech they had. and i'd reason that in the future there would be more fun technologies that i dont know i'm missing out on right now and the future will be an even cooler time to exist

anyway i was dead fucking wrong about that last part. i hate personal technologies now. i miss having an ipod that doesnt advertise shit to me and i miss when my htc wildfire didnt harass me 45 times a day to install an ai assistant and then install it anyway when i say no and i miss when the internet wasnt 5 websites all of which i have to log into and i miss when i didnt need an app to talk to my landlord. sorry past me you were actually right about 2009

chungledown-bimothy

i genuinely don't think there's much, if anything, hotter than someone clearly having a blast doing something they're really good at. doesn't really matter what it is. the combo of competence and joy is absolutely lethal to me

vulpinesaint

saying "question mark?" and "however comma," out loud are game changers. punctuation on the go. and it's always the funniest thing that anyone around you has ever heard