Harrison the Fulgurite

| I am just some random dude with a way too active imagination and enough OCs to populate a small city | He/Him | Aegosexual | Of Adult Age in body, mind still has to catch up | Autistic adult and proud of it | I communicate almost exclusively through reaction images | If you message me, make your purpose for doing so clear, I will stonewall you until you do |

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

In retrospect I will most likely blacklist that tournament location for me tho. Nothing about the games, but there has been a constant. A third of the people attending were from my region, so a lot of familiar faces. Never got an issue with those. The problem is with the local regulars.

Blame the neurodivergency, but I got absurdly good hearing for random conversations all around me in the same room. So between games people of course do not just talk about Warhammer, but also regular everyday stuff. Usually that such matters are pretty mundane and I try to tune it out as I got little interest other people's business but...

I have never heard so many far-right talking-points and dog-whistles dropped casually in a public space like that.

It's like the negative stereotypes regarding wargaming players never died over there - and to make it worse this was not the first time. Last time I was there months ago I experienced just the very same thing, but considered it an anomaly of some weirdo having signed up to the event. But nope, this just seems to be NORMAL over there.

Fuck that eastern backwater - I'd rather take a month with no RTTs at all than to taint my existence with the presence of such people.

Maybe this does not happen here because in our region the events are not organized by stores but rather local clubs? If someone would try to spout such bullshit here they'd be told to shove it pretty fast - there is no economic incentive here to keep the person as a paying customer.

[krossan]

my fav sibling duo. brains and brawn Host and Ghost

[swagophile]

me in a heist movie scenario: [right about to execute the big plan] i hope you guys kbow if this plan goes south i'm killing myself

driver: what

me: alright team. we kbow our roles. lets get to it

demolitions expert: wait can we go back to that thing earlier

grifter: yeah what was that about

me: charlie, i want you to take point. you're the most important for the early phase so you gotta make sure to nail this. remember we only have a limited time to pull this off, so the sooner the better

safecracker: youre not really gonna kill yourself if we fuck this up right

me: [putting on my badass sunglasses as smooth bossa nova music plays] i'm definitely going to kill myself if we get this wrong

[sigmaleph]

game with the conceit that you are a swarm of medical nanobots injected the patient as an experimental last-ditch effort to save their life. you can expand your swarm and create all sorts of specialised bots, but all the resources to do so are ultimately from the patient's body, so if you drain them too much they die. you are fighting against tumour cells, though, who have no such concern, so maybe sometimes taking too many resources for yourself is better than giving it to the cancer?

envisioning the gameplay as divided in stages, the first one being just 'get rid of all the cancer cells before the patient dies', where you have to balance aggressive expansion to improve your capabilties with not throwing the patient's vitals too out of whack, researching better 'weapons' that kill cancer cells faster or with fewer deleterious health effects, etc,

then a 'solidifying' phase where the cancer is gone, but the patient might be in poor health and you start building systems to catch opportunistic infections, automated systems that respond when something about the patient is off (fever, low blood pressure, broken arm, whatever), and some rudimentary communications capability. not enough of whatever mineral in your resources? you could communicate with the little wearable medical device the patient has on their wrist to tell them to change their diet! or, y'know, you could give them a craving for a specific kind of food. either works

and then in the third stage, you really go deep into host manipulation and host cooperation mechanics. you can make your host superhuman, get messages from them about what changes they want to their body and implement them, and in return they do things for you. change their diet, buy a better communications interface, tell all their friends that medical nanonbots are great. or you can effectively turn them into a zombie, just a vessel for the bots. or split the difference, and make the patient want specific things that the swarm can easily provide to build 'trust'.

yes this does mean you can induce your host to want to be a girl and then be really happy with you for speedrunning their medical transition

[sparrowlucero]

ember island players' the boy in the iceberg is satirical anti war agitprop produced under the fire nation's most intense era of media censorship

[sparrowlucero]

the ember island players will be vindicated by history

[textsfromsuperheroes]

Texts From Superheroes

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[lesbianshepard]

honey is the only food product that never spoils. there are pots of honey that are over five thousand years old and still completely edible

[lesbianshepard]

i also want to point out we know it tastes the same even after thousands of years b/c archaeologists who discovered two thousand year old honey tasted it. presumably right after they looked at each other and went “what the hell here goes nothing”

[celtic-pyro-deactivated20230725]

[key--lime--pie]

I’m pretty sure they also identify human remains by taste. Archaeologists are straight up freaks.

[notaflippinmermaid]

No, no no… you identify bone from rock or other substances by touching it to your tongue. If it sticks, it’s bone. The taste itself has nothing to do with it. And most archaeologists won’t lick human bones if they know they’re human.

…and I realize that doesn’t actually do much to prove archaeologists aren’t freaks.

[midnightmindcave]

mai nam is jane and wen i dig i fynde some roks both smol and big i put my tung upon the stone for science yes i lik the bone

[dinosauriaawesome]

I’m sitting with a bunch of archaeologists and we just laughed so hard we CRIED we’re getting tshirts with this on them

[thesaltofcarthage]

I will never ever get tired of seeing bredlik poems. It is really one of the seminal art forms of the century. I am not being sarcastic. 

[wholesome-dragon-lady]

If I ever don’t reblog this, assume I’m dead and archaeologists are licking my bones.

[pmamtraveller]

Mammal in a Sunday Dress, by Georgina M. Cox, 2026

[originalaccountname]

Mammal in a Sunday Dress explores the uneasy relationship between femininity, civilisation, and the animal body. At first glance, the figure appears modest and withdrawn. Her posture is composed, her gaze seemingly lowered towards her bare feet, recalling the conventions of nineteenth-century portraiture where women were often depicted as passive objects of observation. Yet as the viewer moves closer, the illusion collapses. Her eyes are not lowered at all. She is looking directly back. The delayed eye contact transforms the encounter. The viewer approaches believing they are safely observing a woman; instead, they realise they have been observed themselves. The work refuses the traditional power dynamic of portraiture, denying the comfort of anonymous spectatorship. Looking becomes a reciprocal act. For Cox, the painting considers humanity's persistent desire to separate itself from the rest of the animal kingdom. The title quietly undermines this distinction. A "mammal" is not another creature—it is us. The Sunday dress, rich with cultural associations of femininity, morality, and respectability, becomes an attempt to distinguish ourselves from nature. Yet clothing cannot alter biology. Beneath lace and ritual remains the same vulnerable animal body. The work also reflects on the historical relationship between women and nature. Across art, religion, and philosophy, women have repeatedly been positioned as closer to instinct, emotion, reproduction, and the body itself, while men have been aligned with reason, culture, and civilisation. Mammal in a Sunday Dress does not reject this comparison. Instead, it questions why proximity to nature has so often been treated as something lesser. Chiaroscuro isolates the figure within darkness, allowing the luminous dress to symbolise the performance of civilisation while the bare feet quietly return the body to the earth. Neither is presented as more truthful than the other. The painting exists in the tension between performance and instinct, refinement and biology. Mammal in a Sunday Dress ultimately asks a simple but unsettling question: if every layer of culture were stripped away, what would remain? Not a king. Not a saint. Not a gentleman or a lady. Only another mammal, looking back.

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[sparrowlucero]

honestly i think we kind of lost the plot on "therapy speak" as a bit of media criticism

[sparrowlucero]

i swear it used to refer to a story using a very formal, almost workplace safety-type tone of dialogue that's unintentionally jarring in context and feels like the writer is trying to make extra sure the characters come off as healthy and nice to the story's detriment, now it seems to frequently refer to characters having any conversation about their feelings at all or even stories that are about therapy/are deliberately evoking that sort of verbage throughout as a stylistic choice. very odd.

[standupbard-deactivated20171201]

i don’t “follow” my favorite bands. i just get pleasantly surprised when i find out that they released an album 2 months ago.

[phantomrose96]

You know, I always find it interesting when people make fics/art where Edward’s been promoted to some rank above major (which comes with the state alchemist certification). It’s interesting to think about sure, but Ed does literally nothing for the army. Mustang’s in Central putting in the effort and getting his name passed around the higher-ups and kissing ass while Ed does literally exactly none of that. He runs around the country with his brother and, begrudgingly, checks in from time to time. Not the sorta dude to be “highly considered” for promotion.

Though the one instance where he could reasonably get promoted would be in the event that 1) Mustang has some sort of opening in his sector and 2) Mustang feels like being a dick.

“Hey Fullmetal, long time no see.” “Yeah yeah Al and I are in a rush. We wanted to leave Central an hour ago so hurry up and spit it out what’d you call me here for?” “Oh don’t worry it’s good news. Wonderful news. You’re really making your way in the world. See Lieutenant Colonel Davis transferred recently to Southern Command–” “Oh no.” “–Which means there’s a spot for Lieutenant Colonel open here.” “No no no you didn’t.” “Longer hours, more responsibilities, sure. But better pay, and you’d get in good with some high-ranking people, assuming you know how to brown-nose.” “I will literally kick your ass, Mustang.” “For what? Brightening you future?” “No really I will kick your ass if you’re being real here–” “Is that a challenge, Lieuuuutenant Colonel Elric?” “I swear to God Mustang if you a c t u a l l y  d i d…”

And as it turns out Mustang’s completely bluffing and gave the job to some hard-working major under his command, but he couldn’t pass up he chance to see Edward’s reaction to dealing with the idea of having genuine responsibility to the Amestrian military. 

[phantomrose96]

Mustang knows he actually has relatively little power over Ed, because Ed is too important to the homunculi. Mustang can’t fire Ed (not that he would) or suspend him or dock his pay or dole out any punishment really for insubordination. If he tried, Ed could just completely ignore him, and no one under Bradley’s rule would try to enforce it.

This frustrates Mustang for some time, at least until Mustang discovers he actually is in possession of a real threat against Ed: Promotion.

This confuses a lot of people, who overhear fights between Ed and Mustang that end with Mustang menacingly discussing the better healthcare benefits of Lieutenant Colonels. Or the nicer pay. Or the guaranteed apartment housing in Central. 

Most soldiers start theorizing this is some kind of back-hand threat. Something like “You know Elric, you’re under consideration for Lt. Colonel and would get all these nice things. But if you’re going to be difficult, maybe we’ll give these to someone else? Think of what you’d be missing out on.” 

This theory loses all of its credibility one afternoon when Mustang’s soldiers overhear a loud, heated argument between the two of them from inside Mustang’s office. It ends with the sound of Mustang slamming both his hands down on his desk, kicking his chair back, and shouting, “I SWEAR TO GOD FULLMETAL IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP I WILL PROMOTE YOU!”

Most Central soldiers just stop trying to understand alchemists at that point.

[blueskittlesart]

your comics made me think about how the humans would probably make some truly incomprehensible references from the pov of a monster, like the only humam media they know about is whatever CDs end up in waterfall so...

imagine, you're toriel and you're hanging out with your recently acquired human children, when one of them starts humming an unfamiliar tune... then all of a sudden, like a sleeper agent activating, ever other child sings/screams in unison:

"GHOSTBUSTERS!!"

this is what asriel and chara were doing unsupervised in waterfall as children

[noodlesstarghost]

Danny always ends up in the worst possible situation

[hansilw]

Today is the start of the "quiet period" before the midterm election, a longstanding legal protection for eligible voters.

Forty-four states, plus Washington, D.C., are banned from doing mass purges of voter rolls within 90 days of a federal election under the 1993 National Voter Registration Act.

A federal law bans late voter roll purges. Republicans are pushing to reinterpret it

There's a ban on most states systematically purging voter rolls within 90 days before Election Day. Republicans are pushing courts to reinte

With an active legal fight over the quiet period's scope playing out in the courts, election experts recommend eligible registered voters be vigilant about checking their registration status before their states' deadlines.

Find links for checking your voter registration status here:

How to register to vote and check your registration status

For the 2026 elections, NPR has collected deadlines and information on how to register to vote — online, in person or by mail — in every U.S

[mikkeneko]

I strongly recommend that all US folks click on the above link to the tool; it is not an article, it doesn't gather any data from you, it's just a fast way to view all the information about registration for your state.

Remember that even if you have not moved or changed your information since last voting, it's still worth checking your registration.

[jkparkin]

GI Joe #26 (Skybound, September 2026) variant cover by Inhyuk Lee

[ancient-rome-au]

new frontiers in horse girl [laudatory] [source]

[gazztron]

Oh, hi friend ♡

[monsieurenjlolras]

you've heard of "quiet quitting," now I'd like to introduce you to the next level, The French Work Ethic:

Do exactly what you're paid for and nothing more

Absolutely refuse to be available to contact when you're off the clock

Never prioritize work over your own health, wellbeing, or family because that would be insane, it's just a job.

Have a little glass of wine

Take as long as you feel like for lunch

Deeply understand that work doesn't matter

Make sure your boss your boss knows they're always your second priority ❤️

[lerayon]

🗣️ Hey, young Americans:

Old Millennial American speaking here. I need you to adopt this mentality as early as possible and hold to it. The older you get, the harder it is to begin this practice and claw back the extremely unhealthy effects of a workaholic lifestyle. I am speaking from 20 years of experience.

This does not mean having a shitty attitude at work, or not doing your job, or relying on co-workers to carry your water.

This means you do what it says above. It also means not making work and productively your entire personality; not tying your productivity to your value; and not becoming so emotionally enmeshed in your work and workplace so that you are living and dying by what happens there.

Good luck out there. American workplace culture is mostly designed to work you to death. Moving against that tide can be challenging, so having a healthy mindset is important to living a life not consumed by your paid labor.