Apparently I doodled this in 2018 and I have no memory of the context
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Apparently I doodled this in 2018 and I have no memory of the context
womenâs bodies werenât âmadeâ to do anything, nature didnât âintendâ anything, no human action is âunnaturalâ and there is no inherent âpurposeâ to a human life
people werenât designed to do anything because they werenât designed at all. Hope this helps đ€©
When my mother forgets a wordïżŒ, she is the queen of coming up with new words. Words that would take a third National Treasure movie to fully decipher.ïżŒ I was talking to her yesterday, and she said this: âYou know the time for los jibbities is coming upïżŒ. You must be so excited!âïżŒ Oh, is it time for los jibbities already?ïżŒ I must have missed it on my calendar. ïżŒAre we celebrating something? âOf courseïżŒ! We should all be celebrating, shouldnât we?â ïżŒOK, so los jibbities is a happy thing.ïżŒ Itâs not like something is giving you the heebie-jeebies, which would have been my one and only guess.ïżŒ âLos heebie-jeebies? Now youâre making things up.ïżŒ..and this is my show.â Youâre right. The time for los jibbities is coming upïżŒ. Is this a season? âYes, the season for love. The season for pride.âïżŒ OK, los jibbities. âYeah, sound it out.â LosâŠjibbities. LGBTs! âSĂ, mira cuz youâre gay!â âYou couldnât just say pride season? You couldnât just⊠*laughs*
HAPPY LOS JIBBITIES EVERYBODY!!!
The time for Los Jibbities has arrived!
I'd love to say that this is the dumbest thing I've ever made, but we both know that's a lie
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i don't think we've really reached the full potential for types of top surgery scars so here are some new ideas i came up with
the kinda shit jean moreau would fully believe in
The funniest thing about this scene is that there is zero pre-communication about doing this bit, Obi-Wan just 100% flings himself into pretending that Qui-Gon is a notorious sadistic killer, like this horrible gremlin is faking LOOKING SICK at just the THOUGHT of what Qui-Gon might do if someone crossed him and Qui-Gon is playing right along, THESE TWO ARE THE WORST I LOVE THEM. (Star Wars: The Living Force | John Jackson Miller)
This is what I'm saying! These two bitches are the temple's best improv team. Their "Yes, and-" game is unparalleled, they are committed to peace, justice and the jedi way but most importantly they are committed to the fucking bit.
I'm convinced Yoda looked forward to their mission reports because he knew they would be hysterical.
Mace, pouring through documents that need review: "Master Qui-Gon and his padawan have submitted their final report on that recent assignment."
Yoda, looking up with delight from a pile of flimsi: "Oooh! For the last we will save the best, mmm."
Mace, dreading what's in that report: *sighs*
Soranik: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'? Bzzd: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated- Sodam: Smad.
Arisia, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him Iolande: You did WHATâ Kyle: William Snakespeare
Guy: Hereâs a fun Zarnakus* idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it. Salakk: Guy no. Hannu: Mistlefoe. Salakk: Please stop encouraging him.
*Isamot and Vath sitting in jail together* Isamot: So who should we call? Vath: Iâd call Kilowog, but I feel safer in jail
John: Can I be frank with you guys? Stel: Sure, but I donât see how changing your name is gonna help. G'nort: Can I still be G'nort? Hal: Shh, let Frank speak.
Jessica: Simon and I were crossing the street, and this Karen drove by and told us to go back to our own countries. B'dg: *Sighing* What did Simon do? Jessica: He chased her to the next red light, then reached into her window and... Simon: Who wants a steering wheel?
Jo: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase. Mogo: Lantern Mullein, that is a coma. Jo: Sounds festive.
*An old Maltusian festival that the Green Lantern Corps adopted as a holiday at some point, it's like Christmas, Halloween, and Thanksgiving rolled into one massive party. Various Green Lanterns have introduced bits of their own cultures over the millennia- John Stewart and Katma Tui were responsible for the original mistletoe.
TikTok live is such a waste of time there are no goodâŠ.
this is how we should generate power for cities
contextual storytelling from that sign in the back
muttering "the hamsters control the wheels" as i wander around like a blind medieval soothsayer
I... I don't think the patient's weight got entered correctly. Just a hunch
please, my dog, he is sick
"This is Ankh-Morpork, you know. We've got extra pronouns here."
GNU Terry Pratchett
The full quote is fascinating though, and adds an interesting context as it's Angua (a werewolf) and Carrot (human, but raised by dwarves) discussing a dwarf colleague, Cheery.
"Female? He told you he was female?" "She," Angua corrected. "This is Ankh-Morpork, you know. We've got extra pronouns here." She could smell his bewilderment... "Well, I would have though she'd have the decency to keep it to herself," Carrot said finally. "I don't think it's very clever, you know, to go around drawing attention to the fact." "Carrot, I think you might have something wrong with your head," said Angua. "What?" "I think you might have it stuck up your bum."
Sir Terry Pratchett - "Feet of Clay"
This is CARROT being the asshole. Carrot who has, throughout all the prior books, been depicted as basically the best of all possible people. He is noble, brave, considerate, kind. He is the good guy in the entire City...
... and yet, he grew up dwarf, and has picked up their more conservative views on gender identity.
Discworld dwarves start out in the books as basically a people without visible gender differences (thanks to the woman growing beards just like the men) and using "he/him" pronouns as their default. Anything else is seen as breaking the most basic of social conventions. (Dwarf dating is described early on as being two dwarves who like each other spending an inordinately long time trying to find out, as tactfully as possible, what gender the other dwarf is)
Carrot does immediately adopt the "she" pronoun for Cheery, which is but wishes she didn't make such a fuss about it. He's prepared to tolerate her choices, but he doesn't APPROVE of them, and thinks that that is enough.
Carrot, because he IS Carrot, does learn to open his mind on this subject, perhaps his final frontier of bias, but I do love that it's addressed as something he has to work on, and succeed.
And to Terry Pratchett's credit what started out as a throwaway joke about dwarf sex, gradually becomes a multi-volume subplot which is a fascinating exploration of gender and social identity as more dwarves start to "come out" as being female, and not just identifying as female, but changing their form of dress to something which matches who they are (they keep their beards though, because to a dwarf, that has nothing to do with gender, and everything to do with being a dwarf) and how their society has to adjust, with differing levels of comfort, to this new reality.
Carrot was also prejudiced against the undead early on as well. And the fact that he unlearns these views is a good example of a common theme in Pratchett's work
The overwhelming theme of Pratchett's work is change. Not good vs evil but progress vs stasis/going backwards. The protagonists of Pratchett's stories are people who can take on board new ideas and change and grow and adapt. Some of them start out as very stupid people with very stupid views in fact until they learn and grow and improve. The villains on the other hand are people who desperately want things to either stay the same or regress back to some imagined "Good old days" that they prefer.
While we're talking about Terry Pratchett gender, there's also golems, who are basically lumps of clay that have been brought to life but don't actually have any gender or secondary sexual characteristics so everyone defaults to male and he/him. As the books story goes on some of them decide to try being women just because.
Feet of Clay came out in 1996. I cannot overstate how pronoun discourse wasn't anywhere on the radar then. I'm fairly terminally online, active in fandom, and the first I can remember is some timid discussion of neopronouns in the mid-2000s, where "how could you tell other people to use them for you" was a major puzzle. (I still love neopronouns - zie/hir appeals to me in a way they distinctly doesn't, genderfluid though I am.) Pterry was so far ahead of the game, he was the very definition of galaxy brain, with extra heapings of kindness.
During the most poor and homeless period of my life, I had a lot of people get angry with me because I spent $25 on Bath and Body Works candles during a sale. They couldnât comprehend why the hell I would do that when I had been fighting for months to try and get us on our feet, afford food, and have an apartment to live in.
Those candles were placed beside wherever I slept that night. In the morning, I would move them and set them wherever Iâd have to hang out. At one point I carried one around in my purse - one of those big honking 3-wick candles. I never lit them, but Iâd open them and smell them a lot.
I credit that purchase with a lot of my drive that got me to where I am today. I had been working tirelessly, 15+ hour days with barely any reward, constantly on the phone or trying to deal with organizations and associations to âget help atâ. Itâd gone on for almost a year by the end of it, and I was so burnt out, to the point that I would shake 24/7. But I could get a bit of relief from my 3-wick âupper middle class lifestyleâ candles. They represented my future goals, my home I wanted to decorate, and how I would one day not be in this mess anymore.
When we moved into the apartment, and our financial status improved, I burned those candles every single day. When they were empty, I cleaned them out, stuck labels on them, and they became the starting point of my really cute organization system I had ALWAYS planned to have.
So whenever I hear about someone very poor getting themselves a treat - maybe itâs Starbucks, maybe itâs a home deco item, maybe itâs a video game⊠I donât judge them. I get it. I get that you canât go without anything for that long without it making you go crazy. You need to pull some joy, inspiration, and motivation from somewhere.
poor people deserve things they want, too. it is unfair to expect poor people to only buy things they âneedâ.
My grandfather used to tell me: if you only have 20 kr left, you buy grocery for 10 kr and flowers for the other 10 kr because you need a reason to live as well.
âHearts starve as well as bodies: Give us Bread, but give us Roses.â
âWould it not be better if they spent more money on wholesome things like oranges and wholemeal bread or if they even, like the writer of the letter to the New Statesman, saved on fuel and ate their carrots raw? Yes, it would, but the point is that no ordinary human being is ever going to do such a thing. The ordinary human being would sooner starve than live on brown bread and raw carrots. And the peculiar evil is this, that the less money you have, the less inclined you feel to spend it on wholesome food. A millionaire may enjoy breakfasting off orange juice and Ryvita biscuits; an unemployed man doesnât. Here the tendency of which I spoke at the end of the last chapter comes into play. When you are unemployed, which is to say when you are underfed, harassed, bored, and miserable, you donât want to eat dull wholesome food. You want something a little bit âtastyâ.â
George Orwell, Down and Out in Paris and London
Not a sports guy but this is wonderful
@tired-old-men hope you donât mind the @ but you pointed out that this post has been deleted on Twitter and asked for a link! Wanted to both give that to you and also to anyone else curious.
The first all trans-masculine football team in the world is proving that there is a place for everyone in sports
This is being reblogged a bunch again so hereâs the version with a link since the Twitter post is gone!
The radfems found this post again and are being shit-heels in the reblogs so Iâm gonna reblog this again myself so more trans positive interactions happen.
video credit: Rob Harcourt
Not only can you see the MOMENT this Weddell seal decided to prank the Crabeater seal, BUT HE LAUGHS AT HIM AFTER HE DOES IT! Ah Weddells <3
Turn sound on for asshole seal laughter.
remarkably strong sibling energy for animals of different species
Weddell seal: *bites crabeater seal*
Weddell seal: *sausages up and rolls over* âWhoa man did you see that fkn seagull that just bit you?â
Crabeater seal to camera guy: âMOOOOOOOM SEAN IS TOUCHING ME AGAIN.â
really good tiktok
Seriously, do it fat.
Doesn't have to be big things or active things or any of these things.
For years I was certain I couldn't get a tattoo "until I lose weight" because it would look bad. Finally let myself do it and damn it's amazing.
I wanted to shave the sides of my head but I never did because I'm fat with a round face. Then I finally did it and I love it.