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never watched a single tom hardy project but i stan him bc of these two images
just throw them away then! why is people hoarding stuff that no one wants better. it all has to go somewhere when you die anyway
Wow it’s almost like the problem is our entire commercial fast fashion industry and not Marie Kondo.
Okay so I looked up the article and apparently the problem here is that they can’t sell most of the stuff they get (and thus they send it to the dump) and I’m like… why not just give it to poor people for free then. I doubt a homeless person is gonna care if their extra layer has a button or is in style or not. Or turn them into scrap to sell at a fabric store, or something. There are so many other solutions… this isn’t a problem with Marie Kondo and the people making donations, there’s one with charities being capitalistic first and wanting to help second.
I guess Trump has the worst legal team because this does not look good as a defense LMAO
"Your Honor. My client cannot be forced to comply with your ruling. In doing so, he would be proven guilty of numerous crimes."
I honestly always find the term ‘spinster’ as referring to an elderly, never-married woman as funny because you know what?
Wool was a huge industry in Europe in the middle ages. It was hugely in demand, particularly broadcloth, and was a valuable trade good. A great deal of wool was owned by monasteries and landed gentry who owned the land.
And, well, the only way to spin wool into yarn to make broadcloth was by hand.
This was viewed as a feminine occupation, and below the dignity of the monks and male gentry that largely ran the trade.
So what did they do?
They hired women to spin it. And, turns out, this was a stable job that paid very well. Well enough that it was one of the few viable economic options considered ‘respectable’ outside of marriage for a woman. A spinster could earn quite a tidy salary for her art, and maintain full control over her own money, no husband required.
So, naturally, women who had little interest in marriage or men? Grabbed this opportunity with both hands and ran with it. Of course, most people didn’t get this, because All Women Want Is Husbands, Right?
So when people say ‘spinster’ as in ‘spinster aunt’, they are TRYING to conjure up an image of a little old lady who is lonely and bitter.
But what I HEAR are the smiles and laughter of a million women as they earned their own money in their own homes and controlled their own fortunes and lived life on their own terms, and damn what society expected of them.
Just wanted to add that the suffix -ster was originally specifically feminine, a means of denoting a lady known by her profession. Spinster = female spinner, baxter = female baker, webster = female weaver (webber), brewster = female brewer. If one of the ladies named Alys in your village was known for selling her excellent weaving, you might call her Alys Webster (to differentiate her from, say, Alys Littel who was rather short, and Alys Bywater who lived near the pond).
This fascinates me for many reasons, but especially in the case of modern families with last names like Baxter or Webster or Brewster. What formidable and well-known ancestresses managed to pass on those very gendered names to all their descendants, when last names were changing from personal “nicknames” into indicators of lineage among the middle and lower classes? There’s a forgotten story of a fascinating woman behind every one of those family lines.
UK government asks German residents to drive lorries even if they never have before
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Okay but the statements from the German guy they interviewed are sending me.
Brexit’s going well then.
I don’t get it. Is it some sort of wwii joke?
… no?
The logic goes like this:
- UK government realises there aren’t enough lorry drivers.
- “Ok, let’s do a PR campaign to get the lorry drivers who have left back into the industry. How will we find them? We can’t demand access to every company’s employment records.”
- “Lorry drivers have lorry licenses. We *do* have those records. The vast majority of people who got a lorry license were probably getting it for work, so we’ll send letters to everyone in the UK who had a lorry license.”
- Until 1999, the German ‘normal vehicle’ license (we call it a class C license in my country but different countries have different rules) also allowed the driving of a section of vehicles that count as HGVs. So, pretty much every German who had a driver’s license before 1999 had, according to UK rules, a “lorry license”, and is flagged as probably being an ex-lorry-driver.
- Whoever is in charge of this campaign clearly does not realise this.
- All the Germans in the UK who were driving before 1999 receive letters from the government asking them to return to lorry work. This is presumably quite baffling to the individuals involved.
You’ve been visited by the Halloween moose. May god have mercy on your soul.
Jesus, look at the size of that thing. Bloody hell. His pumpkin now.
It took some time for my brain to parse the antlers, and until then, I thought this was a bear.
So the first time I saw this, I thought the moose was really short with a weirdly big head, because it was the height of the mailbox. I’ve now realized it’s kneeling and am once again afraid of just how /big/ moose are.
I like how the pumpkin at the base of the mailbox looks like it’s watching this attack and screaming in horror.
Being Canadian is amazing because you get to watch everyone else not comprehend the utter size of moose
Police vs law enforcement
Look I used to work with tow truck guys and they do not give a fuck. One time the Air Force was doing a recruiting stunt and they decided to bring a plane as like…a prop? I dunno and they parked it in a 20 minute loading zone and 21 minutes later my coworkers IMPOUNDED THE PLANE.
Have you ever had an Air Force general call your office and bitch? He did not expect the tow truck guys.
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abolish all advertising except for the ACME product placements in the wile e. coyote and roadrunner cartoons because i'm pretty sure nobody who's ever watched those has felt encouraged to buy their products after viewing
so today i learned that the ACME corporation isn't a real company, which i probably should have realized because no brand on earth would ever pay to have their products advertised as being dogshit and potentially lethal to the buyer. thank you all for coming i will now be fucking off to a remote cave in the mountains where no form of communication or life can reach me.
some of y'all really need to re-examine what the word racist means because it's not always just "loud and proud white supremacist intentionally causing harm". sometimes it's "otherwise 'nice' person acting on internalized racial biases that they refuse to examine".
like my god the second "racist" gets dropped in a conversation some of you completely shut down under the weight of all your white fragility and refuse to listen to or act upon any criticism of your harmful actions, however intentional or unconscious they may be, and it's honestly pathetic. grow the hell up. learn to be uncomfortable in discussions about racism or you're never going to become better.
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