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I'd like to think I improved a little bit over the last decade ;u;
following weird horny furries who are into shit like pooltoys and transformation and stuff is enrichment. the vitamins and minerals of posting
once you get over your ass and realise you will never get some people and thatās ok you are basically immune to right wing fearmongering. otherkin? none of my fucking business
I must not fall victim to disgust. Disgust is the heart-killer. Disgust is the little-death that brings total apathy. I will face my disgust. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the disgust has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
hell you may even like it
Coyotes trying their damndest to get domesticated
If I was a mage in the dungeon meshi universe, I'd figure out how to enchant living paintings and then commission some artists to paint me a bunch of pictures of magnificent feasts. Then I'd rent out a gallery space and charge entry to my Magical Food Hall, where you can eat as much of anything you want and not experience any of the consequences. Think of the possibilities. I'm not just talking about calories and weight loss here. I'd have a painting of a bakery where gluten-free people can gorge themselves on bread and cakes and then leap out of the painting before the vomiting sets in. I'd have an ice cream parlor for the lactose intolerant. One painting is just called "The Allergen Feast" and is a table laden with things like nuts, soy products, shellfish, etc. I'd have a painting of a county fair with the most insane types of fried food imaginable. I'm planning an expansion, but first I gotta consult some religious experts to see if eating imaginary painted food that isn't kosher/halal is technically against the rules or not.
Thank you all for your interest in the Glutton's Gallery! There has been some very interesting discussion in the comments and I've been inspired to update the gallery once again.
The non-kosher and non-halal paintings are a smash hit! After much, much debate between religious scholars, we have come to the conclusion that there is simply no consensus on whether our enchanted meals break kosher/halal or not. Therefore, we have decided to simply supply guests with a pamphlet written by our focus group of religious scholars, and guests can decide for themselves whether shellfish counts as shellfish if it's technically made out of oil paint.
Next week we will be unveiling our newest masterpiece: the Butcher's Picnic! For this painting, we commissioned a local environmentalist and animal rights activist, who assures us that all of the materials in this piece are 100% plant and mineral based. Indulge in a gorgeous array of barbeque, roasts, burgers, fried meat, stews, steaks, and tartare while confident in the knowledge that absolutely no animals were harmed in the making of this feast.
Ever wanted to eat a food that will kill you? Well, now you can! Come visit our Poison Table, which boasts a carefully curated array of deadly mushrooms, berries, and vegetables. Patrons may not spend more than 10 minutes at the Poison Table per day. ABSOLUTELY NO CHILDREN ALLOWED.
Starting this week, patrons must sign a waiver agreeing that any negative results from their own allergies are entirely their responsibility. That said, we have updated our allergy protocol! All patrons here to circumvent a serious allergy must alert gallery staff to said allergy before indulging, so that we can yank them out if things get too serious. Please also alert us if you have a Fantasy EpiPen. We have also explained the signs of anaphylactic shock to all of the figures who live in our paintings and they've agreed to be on the lookout.
After an unfortunate incident last month, we have also taught all of our paintings' residents how to do the Heimlich. Definitely not letting that happen again.
oh to be marisha ray getting the best seat in the house to whatever the fuck these women have going on
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why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable
Broken notes⦠deactivated account⦠removed imageā¦.
Finally, we have them all.
In addition: OPās name is just⦠gone. No ā[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]ā as is the standard for deactivated blogs.
Just the world ādeactivated.ā Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.
Itāll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.
It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.
this is not a place of honor
Oh hey post of Ozymandius, good to see you again standing on your feet in a desert where no one remembers you
this is what it looks like in your activity, by the way, if this is your top post
A friend, recently: I have more chocolate than god, right now.
Me: so ... you have a lot of chocolate? Or, like ... do you just not have a lot of god?
Friend: I have a modest amount of chocolate and precisely zero god.
I got into the party by fronting that I had more money than god.
The security was no joke. They had anti-duplicity wards on the doors (and windows) and had even sprung for the summoning of avarice demons to vet the guests.
The wards were the easy bit to bypass. You just have to find a version of what you're saying thatās true, then fix that iteration of reality firmly in your mind. You've got to really live in the world where it's true.
So when I said āI have more money than godā, what I meant was: I may be flat broke, but I have *even less* god.
The avarice demons are harder to fool. I had to invent a whole new cryptocurrency on the fly to spoof their plutolocation. Thankfully āmanacoinā relies on your personal magic reserves, not data centres, so I didn't have to feel bad about climate change.
There was a lot of wealth in the party. The average magician was loaded with high-end enchanted gems and rare esoterica.
If I'd been content to pick a few pockets, I could have fixed my ābroke as hellā problem in short order.
(It's quite funny we say āmore money than god' and ābroke as hellā, right? You'd expect it to be the other way round, as gods aren't often concerned with wealth and demons will insist on being paid.)
Sadly, I wasn't here to solve the āno moneyā side of my problems.
No. I was here to heist *some god*.
I know we donāt get happily ever afters in real life. Iām a hopeless romantic, not a total fucking idiot. As my friend, Russell, said to me once, āEven with the happiest couples, one of you dies first.ā But first there is such unalloyed joy. We went to the supermarket yesterday and we were wandering around and, at one point, he took my hand, because thatās the kind of thing he does. And instantly, I got flustered. Residual anxiety. Remembrance of past battery. Enduring scars. Even though I know Iām hardly likely to get my head kicked in by the salad bar, PDAs can still make me nervous. And then he said, gentle as anything, and Iām not going to do the accent⦠āIf thereās a gay kid in here with his folks, frightened that heās a freak, donāt you think that it might give him hope, seeing two guys wandering around, being themselves, getting their groceries, like everyone else?ā If happiness is a place⦠itās the biscuit aisle in Sainsburyās. And anywhere else I am with him.
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This was a hit on twitter, so: My cat. Enjoy her.
cannot fucking believe how many notes this has and continues to get
Swarovski can continue to fuck off.
In 2021, Swarovski (the company that makes the very sparkly crystals you see in certain jewelry, on figure-skaters' twinkliest outfits, on red carpet dresses), decided they didn't want the grubby fingers of small-time jewelers, clothing designers and costumers and crafters on their shiny beads and rhinestones anymore. They decided to limit their sales to "luxury" and couture creators, not girls who sell stuff on Etsy. The tenor of their press release on the subject was snide and insulting. Resellers (like your favorite bead shop) would no longer be allowed to carry their product; the average Jane on the street would not be able to purchase them. You could only get them if you had an authorized business agreement that bound you to very strict brand behavior. And those of us who still had good stock of the crystals would no longer be "permitted" to use the brand's name in our listings for sale.
Every bead shop and craft supply place and many, many small clothing makers--wedding shops, prom and dancing dress suppliers, the sort of salt of the Earth mom and pop time machines of shops that are the backbone of the field--scrambled to find something that could replace them. The last of the stock dwindled quickly, all of us grabbing what we could get while there was any chance of it, and then it was gone and we no longer had any access.
I was Big Pissed about it at the time. It was just so goddamn stuck-up, when wholesalers and indie jewelers had made them so much money, when some people I knew--when *I!*--had been brand-loyal for decades. But with no recourse, everyone pivoted fairly quickly, most of us to Preciosa Crystals. Those are Czech, quite sparkly, and considerably less expensive than Swarovski. The faceting method they use is different, but not worse; any differences are hardly noticeable when you're seeing them as a hundred pinpoints of light.
Well, out of nowhere, Swarovski just dropped this: https://www.harmanbeads.com/swarovski-brand-policy-update
"Effective June 1, 2026, Swarovski updated the distribution and brand usage policies introduced in 2021. Businesses may now purchase Swarovski Crystals without signing a Brand Control Agreement, and Authorized Distribution Partners may once again sell Swarovski Crystals to resellers, including bead stores and online retailers. Businesses may also use the Swarovski brand name when following Swarovskiās Proper Use Guidelines. Designers, manufacturers, artists, brands, retailers, and resellers are now eligible to purchase Swarovski Crystals through authorized distribution channels."
They want us back. A lot of the companies who could have kept a brand relationship with them also have swapped to Preciosa, over the last half-decade, in solidarity with indie creators and out of a sour awareness that it could be them, next. And it doesn't hurt that Preciosa was able to expand their line quite a bit now that everyone who wanted sparkle had no choice but to go to them.
And I'm not seeing nearly anyone who intends to return. The feeling is, "Y'all told us to fuck off! Off we fucked! And now, that's what you can do, too!" I'm seeing a lot of "How many of us did you stab in the back?" comments from the people whose money they're hoping to attract.
And personally I'm sitting over here all rubby hands, mean snickering, because they really thought they were going to be able to outclimb the people who actually provided all their profits, and now here they are, hat in hand.
god this tickles me
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I know this says something about me, but like
something about me, but like
Whenever people ask me "why don't you know xyz, it's so popular" well see it's because
The world doesn't revolve around one country. What is popular over there might not be the same in another country and it's totally normal but pop culture for example is a global thing like most people know Ariana Grande. This is just an example.
Yeah pop culture is universal and most societies like the same stuff, just like how everyone knows who Zhou Xuan, Dhanush, and Mia Guissé are and we all know and love the classic holiday season movie Al-Risâlah
oh to be consumed by books to the point i forget reality exists
And so, the woman dies. The woman dies so the man can be sad about it. The woman dies so the man can suffer. She dies to give him a destiny. Dies so he can fall to the dark side. Dies so he can lament her death. As he stands there, brimming with grief, brimming with life, the woman lies there in silence. The woman dies for him. - The Woman Dies by Aoko Matsuda