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Look up Compassion Fatigue. We are getting barraged with so much bad crap that we are developing a condition which, until recently, was mostly found among medical personnel, police, fire fighters, social workers and other people who deal with horrifying things on regular basis.
i had a girlfriend once. sometimes it's like i can still hear her voice.
we literally got married six hours ago fuck off
having a 3yo brother means i get exposed to kidsā shows way more often than i thought i would at this point in my life, but man, binge watching thomas the tank engine as an adult is a wild fucking experience
all these trains (and thereās like 20 counting locomotives alone, donāt even get me started on the anthropomorphic train cabins) are MAD competitive the whole time and will constantly fuck up their own whole day by tring to prove theyāre the biggest baddest train. and like, i understand that you gotta get you plot from somewhere and i imagine plotlines like this happen in cars etc. as well, but the other day i was watching and i noticed that all these goddamn locomotives have DRIVERS in them. that apparently have no control over their trainās actions at all whatsoever. so these trains wake up, pick up their drivers, go to work, get taunted by another train whoās like āha ha i see u there with your 4 cabins but did you know i can pull SIX cabins and still fucking book it at 80mphā and the 4 cabin train will be likeĀ āfuck it i gotta prove myself now, hook me up with 4 more cabinsā and will inevitably derail themselves or some shit while the engine driver just shuts up and kicks back the whole time
i explained this to my brother and was like, is that fucked up or what, but he just pointed at the green train and wentĀ āthatās percyā so i guess thatās his take on the situation
OKAY IāM GETTING IN ON THIS BECAUSE IāM MAD AND FULL OF COLA
I worked on that show. For three hideous months of my life, I did this.
And there was this whole unwritten rule structure about the drivers and what they did and when they did it and how/when they needed to act
And there was this weird fucking balance between what the trains did and what the humans did - the drivers wouldĀ only act when the train canāt do a thing by itself. Hooking up to another car? Driver does it. Need to shift from one track to another? Driver gets out and does it. Loading up one of the cars? Drivers.
See something funny here? BECAUSE I DID. What driver would hear their sentient train sayĀ āfuck it i gotta prove myself now, hook me up with 4 more cabinsā and NOT respond withĀ āPercy just shut up and drive we have people to transport or the Health and Safety committee is going to breathe fire up both our assesā???Ā
Naw, they hear their giant fucking trains with giant fucking faces whining about how they are getting old and outdated and how they need to prove themselves by doubling their reasonable capacity and they goĀ āwelp, okayā and they get out and they hook up those cabins.
Otherwise, the trains had total autonomy to do whatever petty competitive shit the plot of the day demanded that they do. Go way too fast and end up breaking because they wanted to race a new and not outdated engine thatās actually built for speed? They do that. Go 100% the wrong direction because they wanted to show their friends a thing they got loaded up with and end up ruining it? No probbo, Bobbo. Disobey directions given by Sir Topham Hatt HIMSELF because theyāre too proud? You do the thing buddy. Strain way too fucking hard to carry 8 fucking cabins when they were only built for 4? YOU GO FOR IT YOU MORON TRAIN.Ā
SO WITH ALL THAT HEREāS MY THEORY that I had to develop because it was either that or never stop drinking ever again
Those drivers? They never speak to each other, never acknowledge the existence of any humans. They get in the train, go with the train, fix the train, load or unload the train. That is all they do.Ā
Theyāre not human.Ā
They are symbiotic extensions of the trains. They are a combination of the birds that eat parasites off hippos and fucking Boston Dynamics style robots where literally all they do is whatever shit their designated Train Of The Day deems worthy of their time.Ā
With no task to fulfil, they are thoughtless beings. WATCH THEM. They look around at nothing. They blink. Sometimes they lean on the edge of the window. 99.5% of the time, they do nothing, they see nothing, they interact with nothing. They are shaped in such a way as to avoid unsettling the real humans of the world, but are below humans in almost every way - Sir Topham Hatt never speaks to them directly in the way he speaks to the engines.Ā
If the train derails and itās possible that a human driver would be severely injured? Itās fine, because theyāre not actually human. They crumple into a heap of non-euclidian geometry and then rebuild themselves like an inflatable snowman. Their recovery is fuelled by the years of poor decisions theyāve helped enable - all this time theyāve been feeding off the intellect of these trains.Ā
Why do the trains never learn from their mistakes? Why, after more than 30 years, are they still getting stuck, taking on more weight than they should know they can handle, still derailing themselves?Ā
Because these symbiotic train extensions need their slice of the pie. They must feed. And whatās more cost effective than sandwiches? Thought. 30 years of quiet leeching, giving the trains enough processing power to do their jobs, but not so much that the trains donāt need them anymore.Ā
The trains are in a constant state of developmental hiatus because of the drivers themselves.Ā
NOW YOU MAY BE THINKING, this seems weird and unusual. Why would Sir Topham Hatt allow for this? Wouldnāt it be more cost effective for the trains to be able to learn from their mistakes and become better workers?Ā
And to that I ask youā¦ from this entire operation, hauling coal, hauling people, hauling animals, being Ā āreally usefulāā¦ what do the trains get out of this? They are kept alive and maintained, but neither are they allowed their own independent thought, or their own free time or interests. Everything they do is done under orders of Sir Topham Hatt.
And without the brainpower to devote to critical thought, they are unable to see how their petty struggles to be better than each other only reinforces the system where they are coerced into beingĀ āreally usefulā, above all else.Ā
WAKE UP SHEEPLE
did not expect to wake up today to thomas the tank engine discourse and unsettlingly well-thought-out conspiracy theories..but at the same time, in this day and age, i really cant say im surprised
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making tags easily viewable through the mobile app was a mistakeĀ āEVERYONE STOP TAGGING THIS WITH THEIR FANDOM SHIT!!!!!!ā girl you are on the Fandom Shit website
had a dream last night where I took a uquiz called "what do you serve?" and at first the questions were standard but as the quiz progressed they became more and more highly specific to me personally and the answers became more and more similar and I realised the quiz Knew me and was forcing me into being honest by giving me no other option so I tried to click out but it just went to the next question which was "are you the spider? or are you the web?" and it had an option for each but I didn't click either so it then turned to a text box and I typed "I think I'm the fly" and the quiz paused for a while and then took me to a results page that said "you serve truth" and the description just read "what you know will kill you but you will die laughing" so like. good morning everyone I guess :/
OP I think the devil visited you in your sleep
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ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that makes more sense (still doesnt get it)
tonightās hot take: some of yāall on this hellsite need to learn to tell the difference between fiction and reality. your favorite characters are not real. they canāt be hurt because theyāre not fucking real. they should not take precedence over the lives of real people because they donāt fucking exist in reality.Ā
Twitter User: I wish I had more followers, then Iād be more likely to get verified.
Facebook User: I wish my posts reached further, then Iād get famous.
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TikTok User: I wish I had more views then Iād be a real influencer.
Tumbler User: I specifically didnāt tag this so no one would find it why does it have 200k notes? Who the hell are these people following me? All of you need to go away so I can go back to posting incomprehensible garbage and pictures of frogs.
Self-fulfilling prophecy
do you think the process of metamorphosis hurts ? does the transforming creature inside the pupa understand whats happening to it ? do you think theyre scared ? do you think theyre afraid ?
this is so metal and most would call this poetry but reasonably i know from being on this hellsite long enough that youāre just gay and really into bugs
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āhaha what a riotā i say, my smile twitches nervously and iām sweating, looking out of the window. the people are coming for me. iāmĀ louis xvi
A strange and ugly discourse has reared its head on social media over fandom mothership and Hugo Award-winning website Archive of Our Own.
āItās become a sort of purity culture staple to call out Archive of Our Own, because we cannot apparently enjoy nice things.
[ā¦] Some fans argue that AO3 should be actively moderating more of the content posted on-site, even though it has exclusionary tag systems so that you can, personally, tailor and be responsible for your own AO3 experience.
Donāt like a pairing or tag situation? Hide it and you never have to worry about seeing it! In addition, AO3 does have a Policy & Abuse team that deals with issues like plagiarism, harassment, and violations of its content policies; itās not the Wild West out there, despite what this new breed of moral panic-mongers would have you believe.
[ā¦] Thereās a persistent, and, for me, exceedingly strange swerve these days towards demanding The Powers That Be censor and remove fanworks that some users deem problematic, often with a pearl-clutching sentiment attached that the youth are being corrupted from exposure to unsavory themes, or the mere possibility of exposure.
These sentiments always remind me of the people who used to assert in the 18th and 19th centuries that the act of novel-reading would corrupt a young womanās mind, and that (especially) women couldnāt be trusted with so dangerous an activity as reading or choosing their own reading material.ā
yāall, if even uninvolved people writing articles can see that youāre being jackasses, itās time to own up to your jackassery and knock it the fuck off.
