society is just a clearing in the forest @jostxn - Tumblr Blog

pacific rim fucks severely for a lot of reasons but my favorite is that it opens with "the lizard aliens are unionizing so we built robots running on the power of love to fight them you got all that right" and before you have time to really process that concept bam gunshot body on the floor and the movie goes "now consider the vast power of grief in this setup" it never really stops considering

catgirlbignaturals

It also has a scene where the robot uses a boat as a baseball bat. That also fucks tremendously.

#just rewatched it a little while ago w my friends and yeah can confirm still fucking love it

teaboot

Wild that folks keep saying beekeepers abuse bees as if bees are not both venomous flying animals and fully unionized

teaboot

Hubris to think you COULD abuse bees

teaboot

I think that if you see a balrog in an unlocked kitty kennel then you can assume that it wants to be there

vegance

Actually, beekeepers take many precautions to keep their bees from leaving.

many clip the wings of the queen, destroy new queen cells, cull queens they don't like and use bee pheromones to prevent a hive from naturally swarming or absconding. They also try and prevent mating with the African honey bee, which makes them less docile among other things. During artificial insemination of queens, drones are crushed and „spare“ queens are killed.

and commercial beekeepers even cull their hives during winter, or when they are not producing well.

Coupled with the fact that there is evidence that insects do feel pain, this is not great.

(Not to mention that honeybees are an invasive species in most places, competing with native pollinators and spreading disease)

tetrafelino

It is so fucking bold of you to link the exact same paywalled book thirteen times in your reblog to throw people off the fact that you're using one source from 1859.

champawattigress

I don't think there's ever been a funnier vegan response in the history of this hell site. This is actual gold. If you cited an argument like this in a first year undergrad intro to bio module, then your lecturer would be legally entitled to fire you out of a cannon. I think I'm dying

#bro every single link is exactly the same and its just the google books page are you joking

a-silly-poll-side-blog-yay

have you ever had a beef with a teacher/prof

yes

hard to say

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Voting ended onJun 3

#yeah my high school band director #he was following a well-loved director who was retiring and trying way too hard (gay and overcompensating bc small town school)#but my personal beef was that for our marching band uniforms (read: t-shirts) he somehow didn't get my size from the forms #and instead of asking me he asked another student what size they thought i was and it was two sizes too small #and we didn't get them until the day of the parade so i had to wear it anyway lol #i was a little turd back then but he almost certainly was trying for a glee vibe so like :|

dragon-in-a-fez

it really is fucking pathetic that a country with more guns than people can't hit one guy

dragon-in-a-fez

if this is how you found out there was an active shooter at the White House yesterday I'm sorry

qwanderer

Me: oh it's this post again. Wait. Why does it say "posted 37 minutes ago"

#jesus fucking christ

memewhore

bananahomo

I reblogged this last month, tagged it, and said “might as well see if it works.” I used this video as a reference to find all the forms that i needed (which is A LOT, especially if you’re a dependent) and sent them through the mail, not really allowing myself to hope.

dude.

$2,714 of medical debt from my top surgery - gone. im shaking this was such a weight on me for 2 years and it fucking worked. what the fuck.

minakittengaming

This is huge. Sharing for my US friendos.

zillyblog

Hospitals like to hide these policies under a lot of successive links in obscure places, so if you don't see anything right away, keep looking! Get friends to help! Make it a scavenger hunt. A game where you're assassins sent to slit capitalism's throat

kcd-cozy-and-soft-fanart

"Wolves hunt at night, so you'd better be the strongest dog."

vieneinpace

William Etty's Male Nude, with Arms Up-Stretched (1828) revamped by Astra Zero

homunculus-argument

Betrayed and backstabbed by your scheming evil advisor? Psch. Skill issue. Absolute amateur problem. Just hire two of them and reward them for snitching on each other. Just make sure that neither of them is gay or they'll just end up hate-fucking each other and fucking you over all the same.

miss-hexatrix

"hire two evil advisors but make sure neither of them is gay" are you hearing yourself right now. be serious

heartpdfs

#i was supposed to have brunch with some friends today before another hangout #one of them had a rough week at work and spaced - completely understandable #the other two also forgot i guess (they didnt explain)#one said they were going to request the day off in front of me and i said “oh hey you should do that now so you dont forget”#and the other said they missed the chance for the day off #(we work a job that offers standby positions in the morning so you get the chance for a day off if no one calls out)#none of them texted me about it until i texted them an hour before we were supposed to meet up :)#and the only responses i got were 1. fifteen minutes before 2. half an hour after and 3. an hour after #feels great #i am trying to be kind and charitable and give them the benefit of the doubt #but it is incredibly hard to believe that they actually wanna hang out with me when this is a pattern from all three of them #ANYWAYYYYYYYYYYY

rialtostation

catgirlbignaturals

It also has a scene where the robot uses a boat as a baseball bat. That also fucks tremendously.

thebaconsandwichofregret

It is quite literally the greatest movie ever made.

#movie of all time

sanguine-scales

i think something a lot of people don't get is that years of mocking your child, even in jest, does in fact tend to get under their skin

sanguine-scales

a decade or two of even light verbal harassment is very much accentuated when it's an authority figure you are in every meaningful way subservient to

#my dad's signature move #but hes just joking!! can't u take a joke!!#everybody else laughed why can't u just laugh and get over it #probably one of the reasons i find it so hard to accept valid criticisms without having to breath thru it and convince myself that not every #mistake is the end of the world #but y'know #whatever haha

xanaxfarts

Nintendo: Game Boy Color Magazine Ad (2001) Dazed & Confused Magazine, Issue 77

kayfer

centaurself

in celebration of april 13, i present all four known photos of neil, who banged out the tunes 19 years ago today

source: theagilerat.com (click right to see all four photos!)

starberry-cupcake

#fuck i almost missed neil banging out the tunes

catadromously

I hope the beautiful mechafreaks of tumblr realize how annoying it is to get dried electroconductive gel out of hair

catadromously

like, it's not even that it is, on its own, particularly sticky, it's just that your hair is what it is stuck to. and when it sticks to your hair all those little fibers knot together and grab the stuff with esoteric entanglements. it's just that whatever proprietary polymer they put in to keep the goo gooey, really loves keratin at high surface area and wants to build a happy forever home there. you've got two scalp contacts right behind each ear, where your hair is wispiest, and four either side of your port, where your hair is longest, and these are exactly the worst places to smear keratin-loving goo, but they have to go there, because those points map to your sense of balance and finger movement intention. which they didn't tell you, of course. you just know it because those are the first senses to come on when you mount.

and when the goop first goes on, it's cold, clear, and very much not sticky, so nothing indicates just how irritating it'll turn out. it's just another part of mounting for work, your limbs in rig, your hands wrapped around the triggers, your eyes closed, your breath held. the tech steadying your head by the chin, the world at its dawn. you've been up for hours by then but not awake. not yet. you're holding still on instinct, on program, couldn't move if you tried, but for once, why would you want to? you're waiting, you're ready. there's the tech's free hand, deft, stroking your hair aside, then her finger with a dab or two of conductive gel, which is, at this point, irrelevant, as well as cold, clear, and not sticky. you let her, though it is not right that one should touch softly these organs of yours, your vestiges, your half-parts, but she is good at it, and you must hold yourself still still still when she reaches back to feel around for the contacts. and nowadays you can feel your senses fill in before you're even online, an expansion inside you. you didn't used to feel that. you can now. of course you're not dwelling on the conductive gel. you're listening, waiting, through all that tugging they do to get your port and your PICC hooked up and your harness locked, the click inside your skull, you are concentrating on the possibility space where your four fingers and your gyroscopes, your map and your thermal cam, your strength and your targeting, wait to wake up. and then they close your body up safe, and the sun is rising, and the noise shakes all that you are to life.

and when you're working - when you're out there all day being alive, being awake, being for something - you could not give less of a shit about keratin-loving goo. you are seven meters tall. your joints are titanium and carbon. you crumple roofs with your shoulders and boil glass craters into the desert. and nothing sticks to you, okay? nothing you wade through, nothing you shoot through, nothing anything throws at you, can stick to your big beautiful shell.

but then it's done, and they call you home. they call you home and they're waiting for you at the hangar, where you park and shut down, lock up your targeting and your strength, your thermal cam and your map, your gyroscopes and your four fingers, the noise that is your heart. and there are those seconds, those long, long seconds, of nystagmus, vertigo, darkness - your heaving breath reflected back a handsbreadth from your face - alone in the cave of your body. and then the daylight strikes in and your face catches the cold air of the hangar and begins to chill as it dries. the tech again, all in reverse, snip, snap, snip, holding still on instinct, on program, grabbing for a hand up at her cue. dismounting. squirming your soft little organs out of your big beautiful real shell. and they are so sweaty, and so shaky, and so fucking small.

and their head is fucking sticky.

and it's not even that it is, on its own, particularly sticky! and it never bothers you when you're mounting up, or working, only now, when the good bit's over, when the halls are canyons. when you're so itchy holding still while they poke you and raise your arms and track your eyes and dismiss you. you can feel the stickiness all over, all over you, the shirt plastered to the chest, crusty drying gel bits in the hair, cold spots up and down the arms where all those gloves grabbed them. you can feel the dust in the air crawl on your molted skin. you swear there are little crusties flaking to the floor behind you, hell, the hand is tremoring so bad when you try to run it through the hair, you'd think it would all shake loose. but it doesn't. the hair snags your fingers, all matted and oily, your neck is covered in residue, it makes you shudder like you've put your hand in blood, except you wouldn't anymore, so you shudder like, well, like nothing, then. and back in the showers, as you get out of your clothes, you have to touch the skin, the legs, the sides, the limp vestigial softness of them. a thermal hotspot, a material of no impedence, the kind your working eyes would highlight, your working hands would carve right through.

so thank god for the high pressure water with the soap pre-mixed so you don't ever have to keep touching any of that stuff, right? except now's when it comes down to it, the task of the century right here, because guess what, the gel isn't even water soluble! it can't be, due to how insanely sweaty your skin gets when you're working! so welcome to eight whole minutes of gritting your teeth and picking, rubbing, scratching, watching the crusty bits turn to slime one by one, feeling your hair slick as seaweed, seeing your feet wrinkle, knowing there is always going to be some crusty bit you miss. and sure, you could probably do this without yanking that much, but whatever. that would be slower. so.

maybe someday they'll make another new iteration of proprietary polymer. maybe they'll switch everybody's contacts to implants with direct wire. but for now this is what you're dealing with. and it's annoying.

and back in the hangar the techs turn their hose on full spray, hot, and scour out your cavity with steaming water and high-strength surfactant, and from the metal the gel washes off in a single pass, not a spot missed, because remember, it's not even particularly sticky, it's just that your hair is what it is stuck to.