"I like yaoi because it's free of heterosexual dating mechanics" ppl when the larger more masculine boy takes care of and protects the smaller feminine one.

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"I like yaoi because it's free of heterosexual dating mechanics" ppl when the larger more masculine boy takes care of and protects the smaller feminine one.
lately my kids have been playing Baby Knife, which consists of somebody acting as a baby with knife hands chasing people while going "baby knife baby knife" over and over. is this a thing or are they just insane
we have a new teacher this year who has never had kindergarten before & she rounded em all up & told em No Baby Knife and No Zombies and idk how to tell her that 1. all kindergarten recess games boil down to Give Birth And Kill Each Other and 2. the absurd vaguely inappropriate games they make up are usually better than when they try to play an Actual game like soccer
Baby Knife is straightforward. theres a baby knife. baby knife chases you. thats about it. when they try to play Real Sports every single child is playing by a different set of rules unbeknownst to the others and none of them are playing by the Actual rules. everybody is mad at everybody else and running up to tell on their colleagues for cheating every 3 minutes. this doesnt happen when they play Baby Knife
if no one's said it, it's normal. It's just Tag with flavor. Tag is boring so you gotta add imagination.
Our baby knife as kids was Raptor Tag. Raptors hunt in packs so the person who was "it" had to run around pretending to be a velociraptor and to tag people they had to actually tackle them and "eat" them for 5 full seconds (others could come to the rescue and save them in that time, but risked getting eaten too or instead if the raptor switched targets). Eaten players then became raptors, until the whole pack was teamwork-hunting the last wily or lucky kid. There were no winning survivors- the game was won as a group once everyone was a raptor.
My kindergarten played "wolves" where a pack of 4-12 children, usually all the girls, would try to chase down and "kill" the deer (usually me)
I was bulled extensively in elementary school, but 1. Mostly by my teachers and 2. Not during this, because we ALL had PBS Nature and as Deer, I was allowed to gouge, kick, bite, keep running even after being grabbed, or body-check the larger children into the picnic tables and other architecture.
You know, for realism.
In point of fact, I was usually The Deer because I was the best at evading/ not going down without a fight, whereas most boys would just start crying or tattle, which is no fun at all.
We were incredibly boring. We played "murder ball" which was just Capture the Flag over the whole school grounds (outdoors only) and violence was permitted using the ball.
#We played Leeches (people run past you and you grab their legs and make them fall)#And Roadkill (body-slam your friends to the ground)#The teachers did not like these games
Your school would've loved Get Down, Mr President
we had British Bulldogs which was where one line of kids had to get past another line of kids (and vice versa) and violence was expected, much like we imagine dodgeball to be
As the person who got their R keyboard broken and the world mocked me for being forced to use the uwu language as replacement
My condolences
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I don’t even want to write a review of “Top Gun: Maverick” honestly, I’ve seen 1,500+ movies and I’ve never finished one that left me more depressed about the future of this country. I just want to stop thinking about it
By popular demand:
The White House just shared a video using footage from “Top Gun: Maverick” right before real footage of US bombs hitting Iran. I am sorry to announce that I have been 100% vindicated in my views on this movie.
#i cannot express how much i hate American jingoistic media
same, same.
i kinda love this response. just try reading my comment in a nicer voice and you'll feel better
just so we’re clear if you’ve never actually seen a cybertruck in person and have only seen photos of them i cannot stress enough how much worse they look in real life. like i honestly don’t know how it’s possible. most things look basically the same in pictures and in real life. but as stupid and ugly as cybertrucks look in photos, every person i’ve spoken to who has seen one in real life agrees that they somehow look even worse in person. and i know you’re thinking to yourself “tah they already look so bad in photos, how can they possibly look even worse in person?” I DONT KNOW. the first time i saw one on the road i was on a phone call and i literally cut myself off in the middle of a sentence just to be like “oh my GOD.” just an incredibly, laughably, unbelievably bad vehicle. i’ve never experienced anything like it. they’re just so bad
TME queers act incredibly entitled about their right to sexualize trans women
I think a lot of TME queers take us speaking up when we are sexually abused as an affront to their right to sexualize us. when we speak up, we are asserting ourselves as the owners of our own sexuality, and I think a lot of TME queers get nervous because they themselves have gotten comfortable asserting their ownership over our sexuality
acknowledging us as equals with just as much of a right to our bodies as them would reframe a lot of their own behavior as sexual harassment and assault. and they don't want to confront that
and of course all of this holds hands with the treatment of trans women as predators in waiting, owners of the Rape Organ, loaded guns attached to our bodies
it's the logic that justifies so much of our oppression, even in queer communities
it's the logic underpinning every "afab only" space, every harassment campaign against a trans woman, every contemptuous glance thrown our way
it's the logic that takes our sexuality away from us, forming it into an affront to the bodies and autonomy of others in and of itself, and it's the logic that gives our sexuality away to those who can perform feeling violated just by being near us
and, despite how terrifying they say it is to be around trans women when they draw the boundaries of their spaces, it's also the logic they cheer and fawn at playing out onstage when they see Rocky Horror
and it's no coincidence that trans women are shouted down when we speak up about that too
I joke about "but that's my emotional support transmisogynistic caricature," but it really is
without constructing the spectre of the transfem rapist, their discrimination against us is laid bare for what it is. suddenly they're not "just playing it safe," they're transmisogynists. they're garden variety transphobes. they're twerfs. they're sexual predators
they defend transmisogynistic caricatures like their honor is on the line because it is
In terms of establishing the fundamental aesthetic of the 1990s strand of cinematic cyberpunk, the 1993 Super Mario Bros. adaptation is probably up there with Johnny Mnemonic and Lawnmower Man influence-wise, as much as we all hate to admit it.
What the fuck
Welcome to the "learned from this post that the first major live-action feature film adaptation of a pre-existing video game franchise was a dystopian cyberpunk AU of Super Mario Bros. for some inexplicable reason" club.
I do believe the stink of this movie saved us from some far worse projects. I have no idea what those would have been, but I believe.
Are you kidding? This film was the vanguard; it may have tanked in theatres, but the novelty of it led to a number of bandwagon-jumping projects in following years. After Super Mario Bros. dropped in 1993, we had Double Dragon and the Jean-Claude Van Damme Street Fighter in 1994, then Paul W S Anderson's Mortal Kombat in 1995; the unexpected commercial success of the latter film was reportedly the deciding factor when Angelina Jolie accepted the lead role in Tomb Raider a few years later, which in turn kicked off the second wave of major live-action video game adaptations in the early 2000s that gave us the Resident Evil films
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video game with a flaccid -> boner meter in the ui but the whole game it never changes at all and nothing makes the boner meter go up so youre jusg aware of the protags flaccid penis the whole time for no good reason
to be clear in my thinking this would only work in a completely nonsexual game, of course it Could have a function in some sort of porn game depending on the sorta porn youre going for but thats not really my idea here. this concept only works to me if its completely useless and unrelated & the protag isnt even sexualized even a little bit, otherwise i think it loses its charm. you just have to know about their penis and you have to wonder why the entire game and you have to try and figure that out until you realize theres no reason and youre just aware of their penis because the dev is probably fucked in the head or something like that. and then by that point youve reached the highest level of connection possible with a game developer aside from maybe ambushing them from behind and drinking all their blood until they die. and thats how we fix the gaming industry
welcome to my farm where I keep my dark horse my black sheep my scapegoat and my underdog. my canary in the coal mine died ages ago
It’s a mess here: someone looked your gift dark horse in the mouth, led it to water, and jumped back on it. Your ducks aren’t in a row, someone counted the chickens before they hatched. Your geese are silly, your brown cows aren’t explaining how, and every one of these sheep is a wolf but they don’t even notice with the amount of wool over their eyes. I’m fining you one million gold coins.
it was the goat blame the goat
it's weird how there's this perception of OCD as the "cleanliness" disorder where people still consider OCD behaviors to be like, rooted in some rational and correct (but overshot) trajectory toward objectively sanitary conditions, if that makes any sense? like there was a reddit post about somebody's roommate who had an extremely biohazardous room and a few commenters mentioned that OCD might be a factor based on her other behaviors, and a bunch of non-OCD-havers were like "what??? but it's objectively not clean??? there's so much bacteria in there???"
like idk how to tell you that the disorder gives you disordered thinking. disordered thinking is not rational. and there are absolutely things that trigger 1 person with OCD but do not matter to another, because your OCD can latch on to literally anything.
OCD is easier understood as the anxiety loop disorder. You have the "obsessions," which are the concepts your anxiety fixates on, and then the "compulsions," which are the actions you take to alleviate that anxiety, and the problem is that once you do the compulsion, your brain doesn't actually let go, it just waits a minute and then repeats the thoughts of anxiety, forcing you to do the compulsion all over again.
One example is, if you've experienced a break-in, and you have OCD, you might keep checking the door locks over and over, because what if you missed something and you were wrong and the door isn't actually locked. This could go all night long if it's a severe enough case. Hence, OCD is often called the "doubting disorder."
If you don't fixate on the concept of contamination, you probably won't be particularly neat or clean. Hell, even if you are fixated on that particular anxiety, you can still end up with a disgusting living space, because, for instance, you might get stuck cleaning the same drain over and over because what if it has mold and you weren't thorough enough, and you get so fixated on the drain that you end up neglecting the expired food in your fridge. It doesn't make sense, you're afraid of mold but you got a fridge full of it, because your brain won't stop blaring alarms about the mold in the sink specifically. And you're fully aware it's irrational, which is probably the most maddening part.
It's like a crazy loud fire alarm that goes off and won't stop until you leave the house; you know damn well there's no fire, but it's much easier to just leave the house every thirty minutes for no reason than it is to try to go about your business with that earsplitting alarm. Unfortunately that's an exhausting way to live and you'll end up neglecting yourself in a lot of ways.
Christopher Nolan almost allows colors into his mythical epic shot on 70mm IMAX film. thank god they stopped filming in time.
this is my impression of what it would look like if the toddlers at my job could make traumacore edits about me
me as a teenager: man it sucks to have no privacy or autonomy but i guess its for a good reason. when i turn 18 i will realise how young i was and understand why they did all that.
me as an adult: teenagers are an oppressed class, their abuse is normalised and systemic and they need to start killing people