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this is so funny, average yankee behaviour

Some rich guy in a power suit carrying the cross with support wheels is a perfect metaphor for the entire cult that is the evangelical church

nmbr1souplover

when will kokobot fucking kill itself

not-quitenormal

Rage. In my heart. All-consuming. FUCK AI.

neveragainfools

For those who don't know, this piece is titled 'Unfinished Painting', by Keith Haring. He painted it about a year before his death of AIDs. I believe he actually finished other pieces between this one and his death. He left the majority of the canvas blank to represent his life and art career cut short due to HIV/AIDs. This was a deliberate choice and commentary about all that we lose (both personally and culturally) by ignoring the AIDs crisis at the time (1989). He was devastated he didn't have time to make more art. 'Finishing' Unfinished Painting is straight up spitting on Haring's grave and shows no understanding to the meaning behind the art. The AI interpretation doesn't even follow his extremely recognizable shape language and symbols. This is why people are angry about AI art. All commerce images and no meaning or humanity

theivorybilledwoodpecker

What I love about Discworld fans is that I've never seen one demonize Sybil. Even VetVimes shippers don't do that. They write her as being okay with VetVimes or not being okay with VetVimes, or they simply imagine a world where she's not married to Sam. Even when she's not okay with VetVimes, people don't act like it's unreasonable of her to be pissed/hurt her husband is in love with someone else.

This is actually really rare in fandoms. It's incredibly common for fans to villainize female characters who are dating/married to a male character whom the reader wants to ship with someone else, or even who just oppose a male character.

It's quite sexist and infuriating, and I'm glad I don't see it in the Discworld fandom.

unhappytogekiss

Like yeah, you can quote Sam Vimes or Granny Weatherwax all you want but the Truth is another of my favourite underrated discworld books

Like the running ----ing joke with Mr Tulip is genuinely one of the funniest jokes in discworld and the one about his antique identification skills is a close second

I think about "The truth will make you fret" typo on a daily basis, and the fact that people only want olds and that the lie has gone round the world while the truth is still getting it's boots on. All the themes about journalistic integrity and the truth have only got more relevant as we've ventured further into the hellscape of social media.

This book was written in the year 2000! Facebook wasn't even a glint in the milkman's eye! You still needed to get your lies from the Daily Mail!

And we get another underrated female pratchett character in Sacharissa Cripslock, who remains normal looking and angry and flawed in a very human way. (most underrated casting from going postal is her as tamsin grieg imo)

I first read this book when I was about 12 and it's still sitting there rearranging my brain chemistry fifteen years later. It's always informed how I relate to the media.

That's the act of a genius. If I could write something even half as good as it; I'd die happy

deadeyesopened

ive gotten so much mileage out of this tweet. every time i see something on the internet that makes me mad i just think to myself "people in real life: hey man how's it going" and i keep it pushing

schmergo

@bonos-grindcore-sideproject This is so good

stupidusernamepolicy

prokopetz

In the modern idiom:

“So Bob said […]” indicates that I am directly quoting Bob.

“Then Bob was like […]” indicates that I am paraphrasing Bob.

“And Bob was all […]” indicates that I am paraphrasing Bob, and additionally I am being a dick about it.

I don’t know about you, but I think it’s fantastic that we have a specific grammatical convention for that.

transmascmarypoppins

why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable

cecilsrandomeverything

Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….

Finally, we have them all.

spacefinch

In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.

Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.

chatblancofficial

It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.

huewrite

It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.

gossamermouse

this is not a place of honor

pseudoply

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

duality-the-chaos-god

Go along, you wounded beast

a-wild-torterra

@walmart-the-official

notesfromtheidiotbox

redstonedust

i grew up in a family of left leaning hippies (thank god) but i can't stop thinking about the one holiday dinner party where my teenage cousin said something about immigrant hotels and needing to stop the boats and there was like. a pause at the table until our grandpa, a very mild mannered man, just went "now where the fuck did you hear that?" Incredible aura. ive never heard that man swear before or since but man did he pick a perfect time for it.

honey-wine-and-time

Too many people have an unhealthy relationship with math.

I'm serious.

If people didn't fucking talk shit about math and how ~scary and hard~ it is all the goddamn time like they do about NO other basic fucking skill on the damn planet, I'm pretty sure most people would have a higher background level of numeracy, because they wouldn't be so fucking terrified of it or so foolishly convinced that it's just so hard that is beyond them.

honey-wine-and-time

My dad is a mathematician and I found out a few years ago that when I was a little kid and he went to Meet the Teacher nights at school, a lot of the teachers, who were sometimes responsible for teaching math to us little elementary school gremlins, would respond to learning this about him with some form of nervous "ah ha ha I'm just so bad at math/I find math so hard" and he would tell them that that was fine, but gently ask them to never mention that to the kids they were teaching, because it could spark math anxiety and make the kids feel like it was too difficult to learn when it really wasn't.

And the teachers seemed to take that advice to heart, because I have no memories of any teacher saying anything off-putting about math during that time, and the kids I was at school with seemed to view math as just another subject (as they should) instead of some special hell that could only be mastered by geniuses or weirdos, which is an attitude so many people seem to have.

Anyway, really glad my dad did that, wish more teachers and adults heard the "don't make kids terrified of math" advice too.

quasi-normalcy

One thing that I've learnt as a tutor is that no matter how much you want to empathize with your students' difficulty, DON'T tell them that the subject is hard.

kaijuno

kuniidealz

eve has cursed me and I shall never be free because tee double yew gross I HAVE BLED THROIGH 4 PAIRS OF PANTS. I AM ON DAY 3 OF MY PERIOD. WHAG THE FUCK CAN SOMEONE WITH PERIODS BE ANGRY WITH ME ABOJT THIS

manysoup

FUCK YES YOU GET ME

I BLEED THROUGH A FORTUNE IN PADS EACH MONTH

e8luhs

i have this very funny teenage boy coworker who has decided his job is to clock in just to piss me off. but hes quite respectful about it despite the whole being a teenage boy thing. i had a night not that long ago where i was dealing with a bunch of bullshit as is + my knee was flaring up so i was cranky and in pain and he said something and i was like "dude im not in the mood". so he was like "oh. do you work tomorrow" and i was like "...... yeah???" and he was like "okay can i ragebait you tomorrow then" and i was just like "you know what. yeah sure" because i mean if youre going to be polite about it yknow

sighingmeadows

11/8 - wc: 250 - dog @wolfstarmicrofic

"You're doing it again," Remus said, not looking up from his book.

The large black dog on the sofa whined innocently.

"Don't give me that. You've been Padfoot for six hours straight." Remus turned a page. "It's not healthy."

The dog's tail thumped once, then stilled.

"Sirius." Remus set down his book with a sigh. "Being a dog doesn't make the pain go away. It just delays it."

The dog buried its snout under its paws.

Remus moved to the floor, sitting cross-legged beside the sofa. He'd seen this pattern before—after particularly bad nights, Sirius would transform and stay that way. Simpler, he'd once explained. Dogs don't think about the past. Don't dream in quite the same way.

"I know it's easier," Remus said softly, scratching behind the dog's ears. "I know the world feels less sharp when you have four legs instead of two. But I need my friend back. The human one. The one who makes terrible jokes and burns toast and argues with his mother's portrait."

The dog lifted its head, grey eyes painfully human.

"Please."

The transformation was gradual, reluctant. Sirius emerged looking exhausted, his hair disheveled, still lying on the sofa in the same position.

"The world's too loud today," he whispered.

"I know." Remus kept his hand on Sirius's shoulder. "But we'll be loud together. That's what friends do."

Sirius managed a weak smile. "Even when I'm being pathetic?"

"Especially then."

They sat in comfortable silence, and slowly, Sirius came back to himself.