
Janaina Medeiros

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Jules of Nature

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@delapin
once you realize you donât actually need to sleep, you can really (stops talking abruptly and stares straight ahead for 4 minutes)
I don't think a lot of people realize how addictive outrage can be. You do get a dopamine hit from feeling and expressing outrage, so your own biology rewards you for it.
I feel like I see it more on facebook these days, but it is on every social media website that you're getting posts meant to inspire outrage thrown into your feed or dash or whatever. And so many people really are addicted to scrolling and looking at videos and posts that inspire outrage in them and getting more dopamine from expressing their outrage in the comments.
Being addicted to outrage on the internet is only going to make you miserable. If you find yourself scrolling and looking for things to express your outrage at and getting a little high from feeling and expressing that outrage, maybe it's time to take a step back. I promise you will feel happier if you stop spending all your time outraged at silly posts on the internet.
Personally, I think Dragon Age needed more chantry mothers being forced to attend ecumenical councils, just so we can get granny fight club over rather if Andraste's hair color being blonde or red was an indication of her being a woman of two natures or one nature with both humanity and the divine being untied in hypostasis.
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Dragon age origins is likeâŠ. Youâre nineteen, new in town, and itâs your second day at pizza hut. You donât even know how to work the register yet and you just watched your manager get carted off by the paramedics. You have no contact info for him, his next of kin, or corporate. The only other employee is the guy whoâs been here for two weeks and is a bit of a doofus, and neither of you really know what youâre supposed to do now. You both desperately need this job though, and the doofus at least has a drivers license and *kiiinda* knows how to use the oven so you just. Shrug, and start taking orders and making pizzas and praying to god that the bills are on autopay.
And weirdly enough youâre really good at this: making pizzas and dealing with shitty customers and breaking up fights in the parking lot and pretending to be Duncanâs cousin on the phone so the utility company doesnât cut off the power. But running a store is a lot of work for two dumb kids, so slowly you start accumulating a bunch of competent weirdos to help out, like the nun who left her convent because god told her to help you make pizzas, and the elderly school teacher who just survived a mass shooting, and the guy the papa johns down the street hired to run you over. And really thereâs no way any of this should be working as well as it is - youâre absolutely committing fraud of some kind here - but youâve managed to dodge the landlord every time heâs stopped by, and the health inspector never shows up to tell you to stop letting your dog hang out behind the counter and youâre all still kinda looking at each other and asking âare we allowed to just do this?â before shrugging again and continuing to make pizzas, until somehow, through a series of unlikely technicalities, your doofus coworker ends up on the ballot for governor.
And after like five months of this the regional manager wanders in out of nowhere and youâre sure heâs about to chew your ass out for this mess, but it turns out heâs pretty chill and honestly kind of impressed with how you managed to keep the place up and running all on your own. So now youâre all thinking âthank god, thereâs someone here who actually knows how to run a Pizza Hutâ only for him to get hit by a car two days later on the night of the Super Bowl.
Cattle in Arxan, Inner Mongolia, China, love wading into the water to feed on aquatic plants, even on freezing winter days. (créŁćĄè§è§)
Bok choy is such a beautiful vegetable
This is her btw đ„Ź
Anyway I think more video game quests should make you uncomfortable and guilty and mislead you and corner you between a rock and a hard place and offer hollow victories. There's nothing more annoying than quest writing that scrambles to assure you that you're niceys and good and nothing you put your hand on can ever have negative consequences. "You cannot save everyone" and I cheer and whoop etc.
There's a recurring online tendency to aestheticize consensus itself. The imagined future village is full of emotionally compatible people who enjoy communal gardening, conflict resolution circles, acoustic folk music, mutual aid potlucks, and repairing bicycles together at sunset. Which is nice for the people who genuinely enjoy that lifestyle. But plenty of humans are solitary, prickly, obsessive, urban, nocturnal, sensory-seeking, technologically attached, contrarian, novelty-seeking, private, or just plain difficult. Those people do not evaporate after the revolution. They do not get Left Behind while you are Raptured into the Utopia. They become your neighbors.
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over