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easily one of my favourite tweets of all time
Something that gets really lost in a lot of discourse is that what we would now call 'going low-contact' or 'going no-contact' with your family used to be so completely within the normal range of familial contact that there wasn't even a term for it. Sure, in the pre-IM pre-social media days some people were calling their parents daily, but I'd wager the vast majority of people were not. Long distance calling used to be quite expensive, after all. If your kid went to the big city to seek their fortune you might hear from them every few weeks, or every month, or once a year, and that wasn't particularly odd. This was even more the case before telephones were common, of course - people would send letters, but definitely not more than once a week and probably a lot less. It was just a normal, accepted fact that you'd hear from some family members who lived nearby often, and some who lived farther away very rarely.
The minimum amount of contact with family that is expected of people in the groupchat-facetime-instagram era is so much higher than at any previous point in history. The ceiling is about the same, since then and now multiple generations often live under the same roof, but the floor is higher by orders of magnitude.
How many adult children who are 'no-contact' or 'low-contact' now would also have been the ones who moved to the city and sent a letter every three months then? Is family estrangement an actual current problem, or is it just an illusion caused by smartphones?
When I complain about increased surveillance, control, and infantilization of older kids and young adults, it's often a level of surveillance and control that wouldn't have been possible, or at least practical, in previous generations. At minimum, it would've been escapable.
Coming from the kind of community where most people still live near their parents and still see them most days, when I was growing up it was hard to tell straight away whose children-that-moved-away had just got a good job in a city, and whose children had just needed to leave so much that they took the first train south and never looked back.
Clark Kent finally goes to get therapy but the only person who knows both of his identities AND is in any way actually qualified is Harley Quinn
They're staring each other down in some bland ass room painted a soothing blue like
Clark: ... This HAS to be some sort of conflict of interest
Harley: aww not to worry Supes I'm totally profresh
Clark: that's not actually that reassuring
Clark starting to try and open up even though that usually requires an emotional crowbar: it's just... isolating, sometimes. There's not really any one person that is in the same position as me and it's... Hard
Harley: well that's why we have emotional support networks rather than just one person! I know I'm your position it's especially hard to build that up, but you've done a rather impressive job so far. I mean, you break it down, and Lolo may be your wife, but she's not gonna know everything you go through, nor should she have to. She understands your workplace stresses, the justice league is there for hero stuff, Diana gets being powerful enough to scare people, Kara and J'onn are both in the last survivors boat, and when it comes to the complications of balancing identities, Brucie will be there. The best part of all this is that you also don't have to be everything to any one person, which is something you seem ta struggle with.
Clark: oh. You're... good at this?
Harley: I fuckin told ya I was
im not knowledgeable in DC comics but if there's any comics that actually have Harley Quinn acting as a therapist or using her knowledge as a therapist in any way while being Harley Quinn... that would be interesting to read.
I’m a woman in the same way that I’m a catholic. Bad at it.
Dyke in the same way I'm a lover of God. It's the only thing that I'm certain of about myself and grounds me when I can cling to nothing else.
and what if I told you nine was less afraid of love than ten. what then.
for a moment i lived in a beautiful world where doctor who didn’t exist and this was simply a seven-ate-nine joke too layered for me to understand
fun fact about languages: a linguist who was studying aboriginal languages of Australia finally managed to track down a native speaker of the Mbabaram language in the 60s for his research. they talked a bit and he started by asking for the Mbabaram word for basic nouns. They went back and forth before he asked for the word for “dog” The man replied “dog” They had a bit of a “who’s on first” moment before realizing that, by complete coincidence, Mbabaram and English both have the exact same word for dog.
on a similar note, a traditional Ojibwe greeting is “Nanaboozhoo” so when the French first landed in southern Canada they thought that they were saying “Bonjour!” Which is fucking wild to think about. Imagine crossing the ocean and the first people you meet in months somehow speak French.
Given that we famously don’t know the origin of the English word “dog”, I have decided to adopt an utterly batshit folk etymology conspiracy theory. As a treat.
For a while I just assumed that the English “potluck”, was derived from Chinook Jargon “potlatch”. Both describe comparable practices of guests contributing resources to a larger community-wide feast. But a little digging quickly reveals no etymological relation; instead of one, I got TWO! interesting linguistic insights into distinct cultures.
False cognates are pairs of words that seem related, but aren’t. Here are some of these amazing linguistic coincidences. What are False Cong
Here’s some more!
‘Ciao’ is from what now.
Per Wiktionary—
Borrowed from Venetian s-ciao, sciavo (“slave”) (in particular the expression s-ciao vostro (literally “(I am) your slave”), in essence meaning “I am at your service”, or “your humble servant”), from Medieval Latin sclavus (“slave”) (whence also standard Italian schiavo); in the Venetian language originally pronounced /stʃaʊ/. Development and use is similar to the Southern German and Central European greeting of servus.
Okay then!
EMOTICON AND EMOJI?!?!??!
Okay now do “human and man have man in them for unrelated reasons”
i think some of you dont like narratives or stories or characters i think you just like fanfiction tropes
protagonists can and will be sexist, racist, insensitive, cruel, stupid, etc, especially towards the beginning of a story. these are called character flaws and they are a surprise tool that will lead to narrative fulfillment later
And sometimes "narrative fulfillment" doesn't mean "the character overcomes their flaws" or even "the antihero is punished for their flaws"! sometimes it means the narrative says "wow was that fucked up or what? anyway i'm rod sterling"
keep seeing Temu ads on here so just to share cause idk if people are widely aware
The thing about Katara is that she was angry.
She was angry that the Fire Nation killed her mother.
She was angry that her father left them.
She was angry that she was the only Waterbender left in the south pole.
She was angry that the only person her age was her brother, who constantly disregarded her interests and her role in the tribe.
She was angry that what little waterbending she knew, had to be self-taught and how she struggled with that.
she was angry that a twelve year old instantly picked up what had taken her a long time to learn.
she was also angry that her tribe wanted to kick that twelve year old into the wilderness over a mistake.
she was angry over the earth-benders the fire nation had captured and put into a metal box.
she was angry.
And she knew she was angry.
Because she knew her own anger, she was the first to empathize with Aang when he got angry.
And it was because of it she could tell Aang forcing himself to lock his emotions up was not the answer.
Because she knew her own anger, she kept herself under control in the dessert, when everyone else was a mess.
Her anger empowered her. where anger was a tool of self-destruction for firebenders, for her it was what helped her push forward.
It was her anger that freed Aang.
It was her anger that helped her stand to Pakku.
Her anger was her strenght.
She was angry. And this was neither a mistake, nor a writing flaw.
i wish i was famous in the 70s so i coulda gone on the muppet show and flirted with the muppets
Yeah, yeah. It’s all fun and games until Miss Piggy tries to fight you in the studio parking lot for “stealing her man.”
Being an atheist in the ancient world must have been so funny because it's not like you have any alternative explanation for why the sun rises or sea storms or why there are phases of the moon. You're just kind of like, "fuck those guys." Professional haters since before they made copper. And I think that's pretty great.
This is true btw
Wait for it
Que weno
is anyone going to tell the people in the notes who are calling the driver an idiot that they did not, in fact, wait for it?
(or that the driver that other people so clearly see is, in fact, not)
ok fuck that got me
the work printer cries out, "no stop, that's too much! youre gonna make me jam!" as i load a full ream into her tray, but it's too late. "see, you can take it. you're doing such a good job for me." i coo into her feeding tray as i begin printing the morning reports. her warning lights turn red as she moans in i assume ecstacy