Nope! These little kitties are from black jaguar white tiger foundation, a big cat rescue and sanctuary, and the man in the video is Eduardo Serio. He regularly gets orphaned cubs and cubs rescued from the pet trade, when the zoos don’t have enough room. He doesn’t normally socialize with them like this but the margay and jaguar cubs here had already imprinted on humans and can no longer survive in the wild, so he’s been raising them
@why-animals-do-the-thing Is this really a cute video like relentlesslygayy says or is it something we should be worried about(I know raising big cats with humans should be avoided anyway but is the imprinting thing true? I think I remember you talking about BJWT before)?
My personal opinion is that nothing that comes out of BJWT is ethical or appropriate.
Over the last few years, I’ve made the choice to avoid making any further public comment about the facility, due to the aggressive behavior of the founder and his tendency to dox his critics.
Instead, (here), (here), and (here) are some links where journalists or advocacy groups have discussed what they find to be issues with that facility. Due to lack of transparency from the facility, I’m unable to verify the veracity of the claims in these links, so you’ll need to draw your own conclusions.
I backed Cultist Simulator at a level that I could put my name in the game. Finally had a go as a Bright Young Thing and found myself almost immediately! Poppy is my middle name and Lascelles is a family name on my mother’s side, and I will show up and offer you money in exchange for a totally not sinister unspecified favour in the future…
But the best bit is that other people don’t realise this and there are posts on forums where people are dissecting the meaning of her name, like poppies represent death and Lascelles could be from the French for ‘the seals’ like sealing bonds and how that’s really appropriate for her character. And I’m here like ‘bro it’s just the name I wish I had.’
Okay for the avoidance of doubt I did all this before I’d heard any of the allegations about Alexis Kennedy and I now very deeply regret all of this. But I’m not going to delete the post because I don’t want to retcon myself.
I think it’s important to note that it’s not like he doesn’t believe it he just literally doesn’t give a fuck like who cares it doesn’t help me solve crime or whatever
We didn’t start this war internet users have with ads - We might have moaned about banner ads, but it was only when they started making noises when we might be listening to music or a podcast or whatever, causing two sound sorces at once, that we started trying to block ads universally rather than just a specific type of ad (pop ups).
And since then ads have gotten worse - Actual malware rather than merely breaking one of the fundamental sins of web design - though shalt not autoplay anything with sound. And the more aggressive a website is with ‘please turn off adblock’ the less I trust it to bother to vet ads and advertisers to make sure they’re not installing malware.
Not to mention that the idea that avoiding ads is “freeloading” is hilariously backward. Advertisement is a transaction between the platform and the advertiser, the user has no obligation to provide the views/clicks the platform has promised. Using an adblocker isn’t freeloading in the same way that leaving the room to get a snack during a commercial break isn’t cheating the tv network.
Ok y’all, I work as a web developer and I’m here to tell you that you are 100% right and that it’s shit. SO I’m going to tell you how to get around websites that block you from using their website if you’re using an adblocker.
Every website uses a language called JavaScript; long story short it’s a website language that allows developers to do the crazy shit you see on websites. Now the easiest thing to do is to disable JavaScript to stop them from knowing you have an adblocker:
Oh no! I’m blocked from viewing the website. It would be a terrible shame if I were able to right click and select the “inspect” feature
Click the three dots in the top right and open the “Settings” Menu
And then scrolled down to “Debugger” and checked the “Disable Javascript Option”
Ads are how the website I work for currently pays my wages. If you don’t trust the site, fine. But either you think I deserve to get paid or you don’t. If you work around the Adblock block on my site you’re saying you don’t want to pay for my work, but you still wanna read it.
That’s great; tell your bosses to vet the ads better so that there is no porn, forced redirects, malware, fake site elements, or data hog video ads, and then we’ll talk.
WELL let’s set aside that putting the burden on me is like telling someone at the MacDonalds cash register the they should get Steve Easterbrook to make some goddamn changes: in the case of my website I think they vet them pretty well. We have an independent business department that handles the ad sales, we don’t allow video ads, and a lot of ads are made in house. Whatever, I’m not telling you to not use Adblock, I’m saying that using Adblock and then getting around the ‘turn off Adblock’ requests is having your cake and eating it. Or, possibly, taking some of the small slice I get given. It’s like when angry nerds protest Marvel or Star Wars movies by downloading them; you wanna make a stand but without sacrificing anything yourself. At least pick a lane, and remember that the first people affected aren’t going to be the rich executives at the top.
We didn’t start this war internet users have with ads - We might have moaned about banner ads, but it was only when they started making noises when we might be listening to music or a podcast or whatever, causing two sound sorces at once, that we started trying to block ads universally rather than just a specific type of ad (pop ups).
And since then ads have gotten worse - Actual malware rather than merely breaking one of the fundamental sins of web design - though shalt not autoplay anything with sound. And the more aggressive a website is with ‘please turn off adblock’ the less I trust it to bother to vet ads and advertisers to make sure they’re not installing malware.
Not to mention that the idea that avoiding ads is “freeloading” is hilariously backward. Advertisement is a transaction between the platform and the advertiser, the user has no obligation to provide the views/clicks the platform has promised. Using an adblocker isn’t freeloading in the same way that leaving the room to get a snack during a commercial break isn’t cheating the tv network.
Ok y’all, I work as a web developer and I’m here to tell you that you are 100% right and that it’s shit. SO I’m going to tell you how to get around websites that block you from using their website if you’re using an adblocker.
Every website uses a language called JavaScript; long story short it’s a website language that allows developers to do the crazy shit you see on websites. Now the easiest thing to do is to disable JavaScript to stop them from knowing you have an adblocker:
Oh no! I’m blocked from viewing the website. It would be a terrible shame if I were able to right click and select the “inspect” feature
Click the three dots in the top right and open the “Settings” Menu
And then scrolled down to “Debugger” and checked the “Disable Javascript Option”
Ads are how the website I work for currently pays my wages. If you don’t trust the site, fine. But either you think I deserve to get paid or you don’t. If you work around the Adblock block on my site you’re saying you don’t want to pay for my work, but you still wanna read it.
I always had really really horrible growing pains as a kid. Like, I clearly remember being curled up on the floor crying because it felt like some evil person had stuck a fork in my calf and was twisting it around like spaghetti. Mom always had me take ibuprofen for it, and when that didn’t do anything, she just gave me more.
Now the stuff barely works on me, even when I take it for the things it actually fixes.
Please, please, double-check to make sure you’re taking the right medicines for your pain.
My mom always gave me tylonel for period cramps as a kid and it never did anything. It’s nice to know now that she was literally giving me the least effective option
And please PLEASE note that as the chart says, acetaminophen “can be taken with NSAIDs”, which means you can take Tylenol/acetaminophen AND one of the other listed pain-relievers.
My mom has been a doctor for 40+ years, and her standard advice for headaches is, take two regular-strength Advil, and then if that doesn’t work, ALSO take two regular-strength Tylenol.
Yo remember that if, like me, you have an inflammatory bowel disease like Crohn’s disease, you should avoid non-steroidal anti-inflammatory medicines like ibuprofen and naproxen. If you’re in pain and need something over the counter quick, it’s logical to think ‘I have an inflammatory disease, so I will take the thing that says it’s anti-inflammatory,’ but they actually make it way worse (she says, grimacing from personal experience). Stick to aspirins and Tylenol.
I backed Cultist Simulator at a level that I could put my name in the game. Finally had a go as a Bright Young Thing and found myself almost immediately! Poppy is my middle name and Lascelles is a family name on my mother’s side, and I will show up and offer you money in exchange for a totally not sinister unspecified favour in the future...
But the best bit is that other people don’t realise this and there are posts on forums where people are dissecting the meaning of her name, like poppies represent death and Lascelles could be from the French for ‘the seals’ like sealing bonds and how that’s really appropriate for her character. And I’m here like ‘bro it’s just the name I wish I had.’
ok guys I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this gif since I saw it and I just need to unpack its various elements for a second:
1. the central tension of this scene, obviously, which is thor realizing jeff goldblum dicked down his kid brother
2. the fact that jeff goldblum either apparently never learned how to wink OR is trying and failing to bat his eyelashes
3. the way loki opens his mouth as if to try to explain himself to thor and then looks back at jeff goldblum and decides, nah, we’re good, there’s no coming back from this one
4. the fact that whoever made this gif decided this scene wasn’t hysterical enough on its own and added dramatic telenovela zooms
5. the combined effect of all of these elements being that not only can I not stop thinking about this gif but also I hear the kill bill siren whenever I look at it
My best thing about this is that whenever I have seen anyone talk about this Thor is referred to as Thor, Loki is referred to as Loki, and the Grandmaster is referred to as... Jeff Goldblum. We all just accept that Jeff Goldblum is an ancient alien emperor who fucked a Norse god.
There’s video games where i feel like I am the character, and then theres video games where I feel like I’m taking care of the character. Know what i mean
Black Coffee and Cherry Pie: a Twin Peaks fanfic written by someone who knows nothing about Twin Peaks
Our internet still isn’t working, so before he went out this evening my husband issued me a challenge: write a bit of fanfic based on a TV show that I knew nothing about, beyond seeing memes and people talking about it.
Twitter voted for Twin Peaks. The trouble, I feel, is that because it was Twin Peaks I was able to cover up my total ignorance as kind of vague, Lynchian mystery, and as such may in fact be indistinguishable from an actual, incredibly terrible one shot.
If they’d have voted for Westworld it would have just been Cowboy Sex Robots: The Jimmi Simpson Mysteries
Special Agent Dale Cooper, of the FBI, walked into the Twin Peaks diner, the name of which was currently escaping him even though he went there every day, presumably. He was pretty sure he did. At least, he thought so. He sat at the counter, and an attractive woman promptly put a cup of black coffee in front of him. He took a sip, and grimaced. It was terrible coffee.
‘That’s some damn fine coffee, uh… um.’
Cooper suddenly realised he couldn’t remember the woman’s name, even though they’d spoken many times before. He’d known it a moment ago, he was sure. He looked for her name tag, but it was gone again as soon as he read it. He sighed, and rubbed his temples.
‘Bad day, Agent Cooper?’ asked the mysterious waitress.
‘Hell of a bad day,’ he replied. ‘Can I get some pie?’
‘Cherry?’
Cooper had been thinking apple. The way she said cherry implied it was a huge joke she was even asking.
‘Sure. And keep the slices coming.’
Cooper was only eating pie these days. He had been for over a week now, ever since a talking horse with its mane on fire had told him everything else was poisoned. This had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now, staring down yet another wedge of pastry and sugary, tart fruit, Agent Cooper found himself contemplating how much of a good thing constituted too much. This particular slice, he decided, was the limit. And yet he started to eat it anyway, because he was hungry. Or was he?
It was at this point he realised the talking fire horse was probably a dream. When did he start paying so much attention to his dreams, anyway?
That had been the last contact he remembered getting from his boss at the bureau: stop filing reports based on dreams you’ve had, Cooper. Dreams aren’t admissible in court, Cooper. Your last physical was troubling, Cooper. Do you need a sabbatical, Cooper? Dale, we’re all worried. You keep sending voice memos to someone who doesn’t exist. Dale. Dale. Dale?
But if he didn’t stay in this backwoods (backwoods? Probably backwoods; it was pretty small), mountainous (mountainous? Partially mountainous; there were at least two of them, anyway) logging (logging? Possibly logging; there were a lot of trees) town to find Laura’s killer, who would? The one thing he was certain of was that her name was Laura, although he couldn’t place her surname right now. He also remembered that she had been wrapped in plastic. That had definitely happened.
And did he still need to find her killer, or had he done that already?
He realised he’d finished two slices of pie already. The waitress brought him a third. She smiled nervously and Cooper gave her a thumbs up, which didn’t seem to reassure her in the slightest, because of course it didn’t.
A woman stared at him from further down the counter. They were the only two in the diner. She was holding a log.
This place is really fucking weird, Cooper thought, suddenly. What was he even doing? Was not having avant-garde dreams, a dead girl (possibly more than one, maybe?), and endless cups of black coffee a ridiculous way to voluntarily spend his time. Why did he drink black coffee, anyway? It tasted fucking horrible. He made a mental note to start drinking something nice, like Ribena or hot chocolate, and then realised he didn’t have to make a note mentally. He reached into his pocket to record a voice memo but found his recorder wasn’t there, and remembered the technology had been out of date for years.
Cooper suddenly didn’t know if he was 35 or 60 (although either was, he sure he was far more attractive than he logically had any right to be).
‘You want a refill, Agent?’
The waitress interrupted his thoughts. She was gesturing towards his empty coffee cup. Cooper stared at it for a few seconds.
‘Actually I’ll have a hot ch-’
He struggled.
‘Coffee. I’ll have a hot coffee. Thanks.’
She smiled, and walked away to grab jug.
‘And another slice of this pie!’ Cooper called, after a moment’s thought.
It really was very good pie.
ALSO THERE’S SOME MAGIC OR DEMONS OR SOME BULLSHIT
The bad egg being a bad wolf on my back. By Jack Goks at Cloak and Dagger (who I can totally recommend, by the way; great artist, lovely dude, likes games).
Amaryllis flowers mean ‘pride’, teehee. Also, in Greek legend, they’re red because they’re stained with the blood of a nymph, who tried to show a man how much she loved him by piercing her heart through with an arrow, on his doorstep, every day for a month. It works on so many levels.
One of my articles got organically picked up on here and I am nothing if not shameless. I wrote about the bad elf boyfriend: https://www.videogamer.com/features/the-best-and-worst-romance-of-any-video-game-is-in-dragon-age-inquisition
Alright we got hundreds of backlinks to tumblr on this today which means someone else posted it somewhere… so thank you, whoever you are. We are all in this hell together
One of my articles got organically picked up on here and I am nothing if not shameless. I wrote about the bad elf boyfriend: https://www.videogamer.com/features/the-best-and-worst-romance-of-any-video-game-is-in-dragon-age-inquisition
Alright we got hundreds of backlinks to tumblr on this today which means someone else posted it somewhere... so thank you, whoever you are. We are all in this hell together
One of my articles got organically picked up on here and I am nothing if not shameless. I wrote about the bad elf boyfriend: https://www.videogamer.com/features/the-best-and-worst-romance-of-any-video-game-is-in-dragon-age-inquisition
I wrote this! I’m glad so many people seem to enjoy ‘pansexual-cow-mountain’, but, though I accept conventional wisdom sees Garrus as a bird, I totally read turians as dog (this may be exacerbated in Garrus’s case because he’s such a good boy).
Oh man I can’t believe the author found and reblogged this! You’re hilarious and so awesome!! @babygotbell I hope you can answer a lingering question for us - who is the “needy elf” referring to?? :D
In an act of shameless self promotion I will say I do most of my shitposting on Twitter, and I will imminently be doing a lot of shitposting about Mass Effect Andromeda for the website I am in charge of xoxox)
