that makes me curious
do you think you could beat up your blorbo in a fistfight if you had to
yes
no
nuance i guess?
KILLS me to say no, but no.
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that makes me curious
do you think you could beat up your blorbo in a fistfight if you had to
yes
no
nuance i guess?
KILLS me to say no, but no.
Imagine if we took the cop budget and turned it into a free ride service budget
Bringing this post back because I wanna talk about it more.
Read an article in the local paper submitted anonymously by a woman who got a DUI two years ago.
My first instinct was to hate her. Because I hate drinking and driving. Viscerally. Anyone who knows me knows how intense I can be about impaired driving of all kinds (drunk, high, tired). It’s not worth it. It gets people killed. I lost a good friend to a drunk driver. Don’t ever. I’ve gotten in fights with people! I have stolen keys!
“Don’t ever” was, in fact, the point of her writing it. But not because of the danger posed to others. Because of how much a single DUI had ruined her life for two straight years. This also didn’t garner much sympathy from me, because obviously the REAL reason not to drink and drive is because you could kill someone. What do I care if someone irresponsible is inconvenienced?
Anyway, this woman was pulled over after leaving a bar where she had two beers to drive a few blocks to her friend’s place. This didn’t really make me more sympathetic because I’m a hardass when it comes to drinking and driving, but she wasn’t pulled over for any kind of impaired driving. She was driving perfectly. It was clearly the kind of stop that happens late at night when the cops are just fishing. The cop made up something about her stickers being placed wrong or a faulty light, before making her take the normal physical impairment tests (as someone with dyspraxia these scare the shit out of me, but that’s neither here nor there) which she passed just fine. In fact, her driving was perfect, her reactions were perfect. But then came the breathalyzer. And her blood alcohol was just too high.
She got arrested.
And the rest of article was her detailing her attempts since to try to get her license back.
The for profit companies she had to take classes from, the for profit companies who make you pay to install the breathalyzer in your car, how if you are able to plead poverty to get aid for that installation you also have to commit to going once a month to a for profit company that will calibrate your discounted breathalyzer and how if you don’t go your car will get remotely bricked and how the pandemic interrupted the hours of these places without notice meaning her car needed to be towed when she missed an appointment after the place was closed when she expected it to be open, how this added to her sentence, how she lost her insurance.
As I read this, I thought, sure, about how much I hate drunk driving. About my knee-jerk, visceral lack of sympathy. And I asked myself:
Does any of this actually make me feel safer?
And it doesn’t. It doesn’t make me feel any safer at all. This woman was writing this article to say “Don’t drink and drive. Not even once. It’s not worth it.” But what I got from it was, these punitive measures aren’t preventing people from drinking and driving. They’re just… giving cops and for-profits fun new ways to mistreat and exploit normal people. People we, people I personally, can feel disinclined to protect because of judgments we have about them.
Meanwhile, people are still going to drink and drive.
And I thought about what would work. What would make me feel safer. And you know what would make me feel safer? If people who hadn’t planned ahead could still get a ride home. I’d much rather someone call the police (or a service that’s one of the many we institute to replace them) and go “I drove here but I don’t think I’m safe to drive home” and have the reply be “someone will be right there”. Then a pair of public servants show up, one to drive you home and one to drive your car home, and you get home safe.
I would love for traffic safety to be, like, the actual goal of how we manage traffic laws.
But more than that, punitive attempts to control people, blatant disproven behaviorism, doesn’t work. If your political philosophy is about finding the “bad” or “undeserving” and ensuring they struggle, I can’t identify with it. It’s hard to come up with a type of “common crime” that I have more disdain for than drinking and driving, but disapproving of the way this woman has been treated is not the same as justifying her actions. I don’t care! I don’t care if she learns her lesson! I don’t care if I like her! Everything you’re doing to her for a single breathalyzer failure is not keeping the roads safer!
The moment she failed the breathalyzer, you should’ve just given her a ride. That’s all I need.
Passed the White Pharaoh on the freeway
Gifs aside, you know what; I could almost respect the fact that it's obnoxious in a more EXTRA way, as well as just off-the-wall bonkers.
ALMOST.
https://www.dismantlemag.com/2019/10/14/historical-costume-not-white/
I'm viscerally aware of being one of few people of color at a historical costume conference. I'm also combatting Asian invisibility -- and h
Can't read it right this second but BOOKMARKING.
Would you eat this?
I would eat this
I would not eat this
I have eaten this (positive)
I have eaten this (negative)
Food: cheeseburger rice
Ingredients: oil, onion, beef, salt, black pepper, garlic powder, worcestershire sauce, ketchup, beef broth, water, rice, mayonnaise, yellow mustard, cheddar cheese, dill pickles, lettuce
Not only would I eat this, I think I've basically made it before, just not this recipe.
I should try again to be in the kitchen.
white people will literally be like if u arent nice to me Im going to become a nazi. and think they’re making a great argument
this stupid shit has been around for so long and it’s crazy to me there are still people with enough rocks in their brain to believe it. “Oughhhhh if you aren’t nice to you oppressors they’ll become bigots instead of allies” if someone’s support for marginalized groups hinges entirely on whether or not that group is niceys, they’re by definition not effective or useful allies and, by admission of this argument, an active danger to the communities theyre supposed to be allied with because they can Enter Bigot Mode the second they become displease
I had to go craft shopping for work, and I AM deducting everything on my taxes, next year but HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
I was expecting a $30 day, but even lucking out with some of what I needed on clearance it was a $60 day, and fucking EW.
I also have a long ass drive tomorrow, so filling up the car basically will cancel itself out. Also ew.
Sigh.
it's getting hot in the northern hemisphere, let's have some popsicles!
what flavor are you grabbing?
cherry
orange mango
lemon lime
green apple
blue raspberry
grape
watermelon
pineapple coconut
if your favorite flavor isn't listed, feel free to say it in the tags :D
This stylized tiger guarding its cub by Pia figure artist @pia_evolved is so precious.
"This Minhwa tiger was created based on the painting "Jukhodo." I named it "BaeKo" to match the tiger's color palette, and depicted it alongside a baby tiger, just like in the painting."
Mesmerized by the floral details, and striking contrast in this stunning oil and acrylic portrait by Damilare Jamiu Kanyinsola @damilare_jamiu_kanyin.
"The Frailty of Beautiful Things" Oil and acrylic on canvas 42 by 30 inches 2025
Muse: TeJiri Duke @jiriduke 📸: ESSA @artgirl_essa
Vladimir Nabokov’s note card, c. 1969.
“[March 21 1951]
Student explaining to me (after getting 55) that when reading a novel (’Ulysses’ in this case) he likes to skip ‘passages and pages’ so as ‘to get his own idea, you know, about the book and not be influenced by the author’.”
Ewwwwwwwwwwww.
Back of Card. Art by Fabio Visintin, from the Morgan le Fay Tarot.
Spin the wheel. Now, imagine you're on a first date with someone who says they`re a [result]. How does this affect the odds of a second date?
100% guarantee I'll want a second date
It's significantly more likely
The odds don't change
It's significantly less likely
There wont be a second date. Absolutely not
Picker Wheel is a wheel spinner for a random picker. Various functions & customization. Enter choices or names, spin the wheel to decide a r
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HELL YEAH, I'M DATING THE SEX MAGICIAN.
I don't care if we're shopping for planetarily aligned herbs or sequins or both, I fucking love it.
When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
Reblogged again for this drawing I made for it
Give us room to grow and see how we flourish.
Quite a lot of work! Happy PRIDE!
When the marshmallows came out I went 'NO don't pu-OH, okay, YEAH!'
Love that!
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Saj Issa - Crocodile Crown
MADE FOR ME.