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General interest blog, dog blog is theihmenagerie (not a side blog, independent), horse blog at theiharena. Australian, bisexual. moving country at the end of 2018,

[lakemichiganbaby-deactivated202]

whomst else thinks about true luv all the time

[mjalti]

Does that

deep yearning to be physically beautiful

ever leave, ladies? Does it ever stop, girls? Am I going to be free? is this void going to tear me apart like silence black hole eats light?

[tchaikovskaya]

yall my world was just turned upside down i just found out the mongols used colors for directions and west was white and thats the best proposed theory for why belarus is called belarus ie white [west] russia

[tchaikovskaya]

[marvel-lous-things]

After Endgame Steve probably likes calling the mjolnir across galaxies and towards himself just to mess with Thor. He has to keep his arm up for three days straight sometimes but it’s worth it.

Thor has stated multiple (27) times that he isn’t afraid to punch an old man.

Steve does it anyway.

Steve is a dick.

[marvel-lous-things]

Thor: hey where’s mjolnir

Peter Q: flew out the window

Thor: flew-

Peter Q: yeah. Out the window. Left glass everywhere, Thor. You’re ruining my ship Thor- where are yoU TAKING US STOP THAT

Thor, barrelling through space: BROOKLYN

[marvel-lous-things]

Thor: STEVE ROGERS YOU HAMMER STEALING CRUSTY BITCH WHERE’S MJOL-

Steve, arm raised for the past 42 hours: oh it hasn’t arrived yet :)

Thor:

Steve: :)

Thor: had it not been for the laws of this land

[marvel-lous-things]

Steve: *sticks his arm out*

Thor: *sticks his arm out at the same time*

Mjolnir, stranded in space:

Thor: the price of friendship far outweighs my need for it

[marvel-lous-things]

Thor: who the FUCK ate my poptarts

Rabbit, strawberry frosting on his face: you know the rules. No hammer over it = fair game

Thor: BUT I HAD KEPT TH-

Thor:

Thor:

Thor:

Thor:

——

Peter Quill, 6 hours later: he’s just been staring out of the window for the past six hours with silent tears streaming down his face.

Thor:

Peter Quill: He’s broken.

Thor:

Peter Quill: I think it’s time to throw him away :)

[marvel-lous-things]

Rabbit: Thor has taken to handcuffing his over-glorified sledgehammer to himself at all times, except for when he’s taking a bath. His plan seems to be working so far. Steve has been defeated.

**later**

Thor, coming out of the shower one day: that’s it. THAT’S IT. I GIVE UP. IT’S GONE AGAIN.

Thor: WHICH OF YOU JACKASSES TOLD STEVE I’M TAKING A BATH

Groot: I am Groot

Thor: no, you didn’t tell him, you’re too sweet for that.

Thor: Quail?

Peter: it’s Quill, and don’t look at me, look at Rocket!

Rocket: What? I didn’t tell him

Peter: that’s weird, how do you even know someone told Steve

Rocket: becaUSE STEVE’S LITERALLY ONLINE ON THE INTERCOM RIGHT NOW

—

Steve, waving: hi guys! I miss you! Come over for lunch sometime :)

—

Drax: suspicious

Rocket: NO IT’S NOT

Rocket: maybe it was Groot, Steve likes him an awful lot anyway

Groot: I AM GROOT

Peter: oh yeah? Then what were you doing by the intercom system just 82 minutes ago

Drax: he likes talking to the better Peter, everyone knows that

Peter: what the fuck do you mean “better”-

Rocket: alright, alright, let’s not fight. Just call it back, Thor

Peter: no, we have to get to the bottom of this.

Drax: you know, Thor’s been awfully quiet-

Thor: WHY THE FUCK WOULD I TELL HIM ABOUT MY OWN GODDAMN HAMMER

**much later**

Thor: nobody told Steve. I hid the hammer under my bed.

Thor: I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces laser guns in their hands.

Thor: Good. It was getting a little boring around here.

[mydododied-deactivated20200613]

Beautiful faces

[sandushengshou]

[tygermama]

Morticia is so touched

[anthmeisterr]

The weirdly ironic thing about this movie is that they all would’ve totally loved this bitch if she’s been honest from the start. Like, I can perfectly see her casually mentioning that she’s a black widow and Morticia being like, “Oh really?” before making a dramatic exit, only to return a few hours later with a massive dossier off potential targets and an engraved dagger.

[cerullos]

this article about some woman’s 21 y/o son coming home from school w/ a tattoo is THE funniest thing i have seen today

[cerullos]

I’M SHRIEKING

[regretityet]

You guys.

[gutmeats]

What the fuck

[mustlearntoadult]

SOMEONE LINK THE ARTICLE

[wepon]

a classic

[doctorangelpenguin]

As I was reading this I kept waiting for the tattoo to be revealed as like a nazi symbol or some racist shit like for the kkk of something but nope….. She was just THAT hurt by ink

[lilaccoloursplash]

You left out the BEST part “I stand, a lone tyrannosaurus, bellowing at a world I don’t understand.”

[leggywillow]

This is the most ungodly level of unwarranted dramatics that I have ever read, and NGL I cackle with glee every time I see this article roll around again.

dEsEcRaTiOnnnnnnnn

[feralkwe-deactivated20210912]

IT’S BACK

[xenosaurus]

story concept of the day: a “medical mystery of the week” serial set in a world with monsters and superpowers and mutants and aliens

[xenosaurus]

It would be like. One part comedy, one part drama, two parts world-building. The hospital has an aquatic wing for mermaids and sea monsters. How do you treat someone who has telepathic influenza? We’ll figure it out, I guess!

[xenosaurus]

Some storyline concepts:

—a woman from a telepathic race based on anglerfish shows up in the ER in a panic because her mate, who is tiny and permanently attached to her body, has stopped communicating through their telepathic link

—the air-breathing doctors have to take over the aquatic ward after a mysterious illness spreads through the water-breathing staff

—an ambulance brings in an unconscious alien from a species totally outside of medical literature, the staff scramble to save their life while flying blind

—the first outbreak of lycanthropy in 50 years occurs following protests against the vaccine, the hospital is quarantined while the on-staff pharmacists try to control the situation

[xenosaurus]

If I write this, I’d want it to be like. Scrubs meets WTNV.

[xenosaurus]

Character concept: a demon who works in the ER because their ability to “steal” souls means they can bring back patients who are medically dead but still repairable if you can just get them breathing again.

[xenosaurus]

He has some insanely generic sounding name like Doctor Fred and has that “snake tongue, fangs, ram horns, red skin, yellow eyes, long tail, black bat wings” thing going on

[xenosaurus]

He’s like 35 and the object of unrepentant longing from most of the interns and junior staff. He’s kind and patient and great with kids and has the cutest hiccupy laugh and is absolutely the guy you want overseeing your training because he never yells. Everyone wants to marry Doctor Fred.

It’s a running joke that he’s probably a literal Incubus but there’s no aura or magic at play, he’s just got a perfect personality.

[xenosaurus]

I think I’m naming this story “doctors and demons” for now

[xenosaurus]

Another character is just. Nessie. The Loch Ness monster is here. She works at the front desk for the aquatic ward and pokes her head out of the water to pass notes and files to the other doctors.

[xenosaurus]

One of the aquatic doctors is Doctor Lagoon, who is the creature from the black lagoon. He’s very intimidating but can be immediately be calmed down by bringing up his human wife or their daughter. There’s a picture of him holding his wife bridal style on his desk.

[xenosaurus]

The actual protagonist is a human woman who considers herself totally normal but actually has SOME sort of powerful telekinesis that she constantly explains away as coincidence.

[xenosaurus]

There’s a character named Cadaver or Caddie who is a living corpse that constantly regenerates. She’s vital to the hospital for organ transplants but an absolute nightmare for the staff because she does things like host speed dating for zombies in the morgue and eat everyone lunch out of the staff room fridge.

[xenosaurus]

Also I think the protagonist’s name is Jane Doe or Doctor Doe, as a joke on her being average but… not at all.

[xenosaurus]

I think the trio of main characters are Doctor Fred (emergency), Doctor Doe (in-patient) and an alien surgeon named Doctor Hive, who is close to an insectoid Cthulhu. A running joke is her ability to keep track of her hundreds of children but not the names of any of their fathers or her coworkers except her very favorites.

[telecownetic]

I loved these so much I made some doodles

Doc Hive

Dr Doe and Caddie (who I imagine isnt a doctor but just hangs around and listens to metal in the morgue a lot)

Dr Fred, and Nessie

Dr Lagoon

Details from Doc Lagoons desk.

[witchmouthgeneral]

hey i’m dying these are so good???

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[michigrim]

Japan’s complete lack of understanding of declining birth rates in relation to its work culture reminds me a lot of how America has an assumption that millennials are killing industries when the truth is they are more frugal because of a lack of funds.

Both come from a conservative mindset that neglects the impact that a toxic work culture can have on society.

[michigrim]

A 80+ hour work week in order to maintain financial stability isn’t exactly a solid ground to date people and eventually build a family from a healthy relationship.

A workforce comprised of 20 somethings that make between 20-40k a year in entry positions isn’t a good ground to build a reliable consumer base when a huge chunk of that is going to rent, utilities, car payments, and student loans.

[the-bluuuuest-deactivated201812]

This is a fascinating connection, you should write a paper on this

[diseonfire]

I am convinced that, in general, people want to have families. Many, if not most, would be happy to raise children. But in order to have children and raise them, especially to do so well, people need happy, stable relationships, financial security and time to devote to - you know - actually raising the child. You need both money and time to do that. If people are not given the time and means to be able to create social connections and strong relationships, to devote to parenthood and family, then they are not going to do it. How can they?

[explorerrowan]

If anything Millennials are out there trying to prove that we’re better potential parents than our parents were, because we’re practicing safe sex, using contraception and abortion to make sure we’re not bringing a child into a life that’s a financial mess where we’re working too many hours to even raise the kid. Prior generations complain that we were raised by TV and video games, and that may be true, but the thing is, we know that the reason we had to be raised by TV and video games is that their workaholic butts were never home to do it themselves, and we’re not going to do that to the next kids. And that may mean not having kids until conditions are right.

[thedreadqueen]

☕️

[amarguerite]

Oh my God I’m not sure of the accuracy of this scale but I made one anyways.

1: Jane Austen. Theoretically Romantic, mostly a clever satirist more interested in the novel as the perfect vehicle for social commentary than in poetry for capturing emotion. Very little chance of swooning and/or dramatic death. A very safe spot on the Romanticism scale.

2: Dorothy Wordsworth: Actually a Romantic, though not excessively so! Enjoy your long walks in the country. Keep those diaries. Your brother can mine them for publishable material until people consider them finally worthy of academic interest a century or two later.

3: Wordsworth. May result in later becoming annoyingly conservative but mostly harmless. Go ahead and wander lonely as a cloud. Gaze upon that ruined abbey.

4: Charlotte Turner Smith. Recover that English sonnet and transform it into a medium that mostly expresses sorrow! Help establish Gothic conventions! Have what Wordsworth called a true feeling for rural England! Die in penury and be forgotten by the middle of the nineteenth century!

5: Blake. ?? Who even knows man. Talk to angels. Create your own goddamn religion. Confuse all of your contemporaries.

6: Mary Shelly. Go ahead and run off with that unhappily married poet who took you on dates to your mother’s grave, but this may result in carrying your husband’s calcified heart around in a fragment of his last manuscript the rest of your life. But also, arguably inventing sci-fi as a genre… so that’s some consolation.

7: John Keats: listen to that nightingale but be forewarned: you will die of TB in Rome and everyone will mock you for dying of bad criticism instead of, you know, infectious disease.

8: Coleridge. May result in never finishing a poem and a severe opium addiction.

9: Percy Shelly. May result in being expelled from Oxford and in premonitions of your own death by drowning.

10: Full Byron. Never go full Byron.

[kittyknowsthings]

Something, and I do not what, compelled me to go there with the font of Victor Hugo‘s handwriting.

[daddynietzsche]

throwback to that time in my existentialism class where the professor asked ‘who thinks hell is other people’ and half the class slowly and meekly put their hand up

then the prof was like ‘…i mean who originally said it’

[annabellioncourt]

there are some posts that sound utterly made up for the joke or for the notes, but this one I whole heartedly believe 

[kurloz38]

Sounds right to me…

[jadagul]

That quote is amazing to me in that it’s quoted completely accurately and yet in a way that means something completely different from what it meant in context.

(Sartre was claiming that Hell was other people. He was not claiming that other people were hell.)

[sigmaleph]

…I can’t actually tell what distinction you’re drawing there. Can you expand?

[jadagul]

The line comes from No Exit, which is set in Hell. Spoilers for No Exit follow

In particular, three people who have been condemned to hell are trapped eternally in a room together. And at first they think they got off easy without any pitchforks or fiery lakes or anything. But over the course of the play they discover that they have been chosen very specifically to have neuroses and character flaws that interact with and torment each other.

Each one needs the approval of a second in an unstable RPS cycle so that any time one of them might be satisfied by a second, the third swoops in and ruins it.

And when they figure this out, one of the characters expresses his understanding, that hell isn’t physical torture. “Hell is just—other people.”

So the point isn’t that other people, generically, are hellish; it’s rather that you can build a hell out of other people.

But when I hear people quote it, it’s usually sort of an introvert-pride thing. “Other people are hell; you should spend time alone.” And that’s not the point at all. It’s a statement about how bad unhealthy relationships can be, not a statement about how all relationships are unhealthy!

See also Sartre’s own comment here:

“hell is other people” has always been misunderstood. It has been thought that what I meant by that was that our relations with other people are always poisoned, that they are invariably hellish relations. But what I really mean is something totally different. I mean that if relations with someone else are twisted, vitiated, then that other person can only be hell.

[diapordias-deactivated20180627]

Reblogging for the original post which was hilarious and also for that explanation which is beautiful

[advanced-procrastination]

Anyway isn’t this kind of sort of literally the plot of The Good Place

[foulserpent]

haha noooo bro!!! dont sacrifice me in the Bass Pro Shop pyramid’s secret altar dude ahahaha!!!! 😭stopppppp dont let my blood mingle with the sports equipment omg….!! ahhhh youre getting it everywhere bro stoppppppppp! aaaaahhh i am the lamb of the apocalypse😳!!!!!  youre gonna awaken the deep one, dude!!!!!!! 😜

[jumpingjacktrash]

 i don’t wanna start Discourse on someone else’s post, so i have screenshotted the relevant phrase in order to say: so much Weird And Confusing Vegan Talk makes a lot more sense when you realize people have no goddamn idea where animal fibers come from.

i mean, if you’re such an absolutist that the death of a single insect four days early is unacceptable, of course follow your heart. but like.

bombyx morii moths do not have a life after the cocoon. they don’t have mouths. they mate and then starve to death. maybe they die with a deep sense of satisfaction, i dunno, maybe boiling the cocoon is depriving them of their ultimate life fulfillment, absolutely no one has any idea what moths think. but they are not going to go out and travel the world as beautiful flutter fairies. they’re going to fuck and die. that’s nature, folks.

it does not take thousands upon thousands of dead bugs to make enough silk thread for a kerchief or pair of gloves or whatever. the highest estimate i’ve seen is about 60 cocoons for the type of meter-long scarf you tuck under your coat collar, but that sounds high to me when you do it by weight. a silk scarf that weighs 100 grams is a hefty thing. 100 grams of wool is enough to make a thick pair of socks with enough left over for fingerless gloves, and silk is spun much finer. i would estimate, going by weight, that a meter-long oblong scarf would take more like 30 cocoons.

not 100,000.

the dead bugs aren’t just tossed out, btw. they’re a good source of protein, humans eat them in some places, and in others they’re used as part of animal feed. since they’re raised on mulberry leaves and nothing else, usually indoors, they’re a very clean and safe food source.

i realize this isn’t going to stop people being vegan, and it’s not my intention to anyway. you do you. i just want people to make their choices based on what’s actually happening in reality, not weird guesses or alarmist nonsense. if you’re imagining mountains of dead moths deprived of the best part of their lives, good news, that’s not a thing!

ps shearing doesn’t hurt sheep either. it’s a haircut. it’s exactly the same as what a dog groomer does.

[pangur-and-grim]

[blackwoolncrown]

“ i just want people to make their choices based on what’s actually happening in reality, not weird guesses or alarmist nonsense” huge mood

[vonkarn]

memes for vampires

[vonkarn]

i mean if you insist here’s more

[teethingpains]

@fivemanwaltz

[fivemanwaltz]

all my business just laid out like that

[ihmenagerie]

@vampireapologist

[raptorific]

I still think it’s hilarious that the reason nobody ever figures out Superman’s secret identity or where he lives or what he does when he’s not saving the planet, is because he already told them all the Kryptonian stuff that can’t be tied to any of his human friends or family. I guarantee you the in-universe wikipedia article on Superman lists his name as Kal-El and the “personal life” section says that he lives full-time at his private fortress of solitude at the north pole. Nobody in the world looks at Clark Kent and thinks “oh my god, maybe he’s superman!” for the same reason nobody ever starts to suspect that their coworker who looks KINDA like Barack Obama is actually secretly Barack Obama – They know who Barack Obama is and know what he does and they know their coworker Greg is Greg and not Barack Obama. They have no reason to assume Barack Obama secretly moonlights as Greg The IT Guy at their workplace even though they’ve never seen Greg and Obama in the same place. At best, “Greg is secretly Obama” would be a running joke at the office, and the same is true at the Daily Planet. “Kal-El of Krypton, who lives in a CRYSTAL PALACE at the NORTH POLE and whose dayjob is SUPERMAN, sometimes puts on a suit and pretends to be a clumsy reporter and lives in a one-bedroom walkup in Metropolis” is a ridiculous concept to anyone who doesn’t already know it’s true

[mousathe14]

[bigpastapete-deactivated2018060]

[From Max Landis’ amazing “American Alien” series about Superman.] SO GOOD

[detective-birdy]

SCREAM 👏🏻 IT 👏🏻 TO 👏🏻 THE 👏🏻 BACK 👏🏻 SO EVERYONE 👏🏻 CAN 👏🏻 HEAR

[logisticbumm]

His shit eating grin in the last one sells it

[reformed-roark]

I love the idea of Clark Kent turning up to every office Halloween party in an ill-fitting Superman costume from Target.

[joshscorcher]

Still one of my favorite clips from Superman: The Animated Series.

[fidgetelftree]

This has gotten bigger since I last saw it ant that’s FANTASTIC

[thebaconsandwichofregret]

Henry Cavill literally once stood in Time Square, in a superman t-shirt, under a giant poster of himself and no one recognised him, even though he was actively trying to be recognised.

[advanced-procrastination]

I’ve never seen this post but it just became my favorite post on the internet

[mercy-angel-09]

Wanna know the kicker?

In the first chapter of JLA’s “Divided We Fall Arc” both Clark and Bruce reveal their civilian identities to the rest of the League. This is post “Tower of Babel” where nobody but Clark still trusts Batman, and in order to start building trust again, Clark urges Bruce to unmask himself to the rest of the team because Bruce obviously knows who everyone else is. Bruce agrees on one condition, Clark has to “unmask” himself as well.

When the big reveal goes down, Kyle Rayner says it best re: Clark being Superman: “He doesn’t…wear a mask. I never even…thought he had a…day job…”

That’s right, the canon reason why nobody makes the connection between Superman and Clark Kent is because nobody thinks that Superman HAS a civilian identity.

Also, with a really good actor, Clark Kenting is entirely possible, as Christopher Reeve demonstrates in the 1978 Superman film.

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

There was actually a story where a scientist at Lexcorp developed a computer program to analyse all available evidence and work out who Superman is

It figured out he was Clark…and Lex fired the scientist for wasting company resources because he COULDN’T BELIEVE that Superman would ever “Pretend” to be human because it would mean pretending to be “Weak”

90% of Superman’s disguise is everyone else doing the work for him

[ayellowbirds]

the best secret identity of all.

[dccomicsbookshelf]

I love every version of this post because they are all beautiful.

[humansofnewyork]

“It was a tsunami. In April of ’82 there was an article in the New York Times about a new gay cancer, and everyone thought ‘oh well.’ I was in my twenties. I wasn’t worried about a thing. But then every week you started to hear about somebody becoming ill. My boss was one of the first. He was a famous florist. He went into the hospital on Thanksgiving and was dead by Easter. I lost most of my friends. A lot of the first men to die were privileged. They were closeted, corporate white men. During the day they were bankers but at night they’d hit the leather clubs and bars. But they learned their privilege didn’t matter after they got sick. They were just ‘gay.’ We had to fight for AIDS to be recognized by the government. We joined together with people of color, and junkies, and prostitutes. It was a beautiful thing, really. Our feminist lesbian sisters taught us how to protest because they’d been doing it for decades. They showed us how to organize meetings, and bring people together, and force the government to the table—things we’d never had to think about as white men.”

[cattyfantastic]

“Our feminist lesbian sisters taught us how to protest because they’d been doing it for decades. They showed us how to organize meetings, and bring people together, and force the government to the table—things we’d never had to think about as white men.”

[cowboyjen68]

I was 14 and already pretty aware as I watch the “gay cancer” play out on TV when my parents watched the news. I lost many friends and bar friends into the 1990′s.  I feared for the life of my very close gay men friends. I didn’t volunteer to help AIDs patients until 1991 when I was in grad school and by then, many of them were straight white men. It was still a death sentence. Aids was very much part of the thing that brought the gay men and lesbians in my generation solidarity and caused me to stand up, come out and be loud about it.