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homosexual enthusiast from toronto

[sreegs]

idioms i work with at my job that are always right:

Don't Repeat Yourself (DRY) - if you're copy/pasting code you can make that into a function instead and just call the function to save time and space

You Ain't Gonna Need It (YAGNI) - you spent an hour writing a really clever function, however nothing is going to use that function and you're not sure if it will ever be used. don't do that, just write what's necessary

Keep It Simple, Stupid (KISS) - Don't try to be clever. Don't over-optimize when not necessary. Break things down into smaller pieces of work

"If it's stupid, and it works, it isn't stupid." - I've lost track of the number of times i've written something that looks ridiculous but solves a problem and never causes an issue. Don't judge your work like that

[animentality]

[jennazed]

ACAB - assigned climate at birth

[evermoredeluxe]

malala being the icon that she is 😭

[gesslar]

what the actual hell

[gesslar]

i love you

you say as you run your fingertips across my chin. Three small words only yesterday I would have celebrated; not today. Gingerly you placed me in this chair. It's a green, overstuffed thing that your mother bought us when we rented this apartment. You take a swig of the beautiful brandy you got from your promotion. I don't know what it's called, but you fawned over it for weeks, never daring to crack it open. Finished your guzzle, you tip the bottle and let the amber liquid soak wide and wet into the fabric of the chair. You stagger and disappear. I hear you bump as you exit the apartment, neglecting to close the door. It's not long before my vision is obscured by the smoke. Soon, I see nothing at all through eyes which have shrunk and withered from the heat. I used to like raisins.

[gesslar]

i'm thankful for

this opportunity to serve my people," finished the woman on the dais.

A small, blue sphere about the size of a baby's fist bobbed jauntily before her, taking in her voice and projecting it. She wore a canvas bag over her head which changed her well-rehearsed diction into something muffled. Atop the wall of a nearby cliff, the people standing motionless knew the words of the invocation.

Tinny beeps erupted from device implants in those gathered to watch. Most ignored the alerts, familiar with what was to come. A few, though, those new to the spectacle, cast quick glances at their wrists where the blue layer of sub-dermal ink shaped itself into a grid, displaying a distorted, fast-approaching mass. When the screams began, the inky mass turned a violent, angry red. Wordlessly, the people turned and left.

Their lease had been extended.

For now.

[gesslar]

🤔

@reallyndacarter is like @neil-gaiman

[gesslar]

not me thinking "BIPOC" meant "bisexual people of colour"

[fidjiefidjie]

"La cuisine, c'est l'envers du décor, là où s'activent les hommes et femmes pour le plaisir des autres"

Bernard Loiseau

Gif de João Fazenda/ NYT

[gesslar]

the best thing...

about being a genetically modified human is that all the trappings of a standard human are markedly absent. A geno female doesn't shed once a month, will never get pregnant and does not suffer the wild, irrational behaviours of the previous version. A geno male does not participate in the alpha contest; with his new coding he is not driven by the burning in his testicles.

You say we lack passion, art, and creativity; that we are limited in our coldness. But it is our coldness that motivates us and gives us creativity that is unrestrained by that which you impose upon yourself.

There is a final kind of beauty in what we do. When the terror ends and the light in your eyes flickers briefly one last time, when the last throb of your heart pushes out that one remaining gulp of blood, we see art.

[gesslar]

Another colour-related website. This is called uiGradients and you can play around with them and it'll give you the code to use.

uiGradients - Beautiful colored gradients

uiGradients is a handpicked collection of beautiful color gradients for designers and developers.

[laestoica]

[sirfrogsworth]

I graduated high school in 99.

There was a student at our school named Wayne.

Wayne was gay. It was obvious. He was unable to stay in the closet even if he wanted to. To make matters worse, he was also Black. From a bullying standpoint, that was not a great combo. Both Black and white students made fun of him relentlessly. He was ostracized from the only community that may have given him protection. Only us theater kids stuck up for him, but not to significant effect.

Wayne was bullied so much that at one point he finally snapped and attacked his bullies with a lunch tray. I was actually seated in perfect line of sight and just sat there chewing my soggy fries in stunned silence. It didn't even seem real as I was witnessing it. The image of him wailing on his main bully as the food on his tray flew off is permanently logged into my long term memory.

The bully he attacked had blood all over his face and went straight to the nurse. Other than superficial cuts, he was not injured.

Before the attack, Wayne went to teachers for help. He went to guidance counselors for help. He went to the principals for help.

He did all of the things you were supposed to do. No one helped him. They wagged a finger at the bullies and warned them to stop.

Wayne's lunch tray melee was the only thing that worked. His bullies stayed far away from him. But a week later Wayne was expelled and the bullies were given no punishment.

So... no.

No one in my school talked about being trans.

Because the only way to survive being openly queer was to bash people with a lunch tray.

[gesslar]

everytime i leave his apartment...

I feel drained, both physically and emotionally. It's as if all the fluids in my body and all the thoughts have been sucked out and I'm left a shell of myself, roaming about on spindles for legs that barely touch the ground. He is the roughest lover, driving himself through me, ignoring my pleas for easiness. If he had a bed the scars on the wall it would produce could be a testament to the ferocity of his lust. Instead, we make our love (if that's what it is) on a recliner he'd salvaged late one night from someone's curb with its smells of pizza crust, beer, and sex. I know I'm not his only consort. Mine aren't the only marks on that chair. Even now I walk away wondering who next will mingle himself with what I have left behind.

[catchymemes]

[gesslar]

[neil-gaiman]

So...There's a scene in Good Omens Season 2 where we need an extract from Aziraphale's Diary in the 1820s. And as we were about to shoot him writing it, Douglas asked if we could see a bit of the previous diary entry as well. So I wrote one. As it turned out, we are too close up to read anything of the previous diary extract and only the final line is visible, if that.

I hated to imagine it going to waste.

So here's a small Valentine's Day gift for any of you who need cheering up. You will need to imagine the rest of the story.

“Madam!” I said, “I do believe that you have entirely misunderstood me!”

The countess drew herself to her full height, which I believe would have been about five feet and seven inches, and stared at me, quite puzzled. “No,” she said, “I believe that it is you who are mistaken, Mr Fell. For never have I met a man of any kind who could resist my blandishments.” And then, replacing her garments (which took much longer than shedding them), she added, “I do not know what manner of a man you are, Mr Fell. I trust you will still help my brother with his little problem.”

“I am still there for him,” I assured her. “He is as good as freed from his durance vile.”

“You are an angel,” said the countess.

And so we left the matter. This morning, her brother rejoined her, released (by me) from debtor's gaol. She was by all accounts delighted to see him.

POSTSCRIPT:

It appears that she was not a countess, he was not her brother, and they fled together for France leaving many debts behind them. I told Crowley all about the matter over a glass of claret, but he did not appear to be as surprised as I had expected.