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[thebeastlybazaar]

Flipping off the haters AND showing off her wedding ring! A true multitasker at work!

[mylordshesacactus]

So my family has a Gay Pirate Plate.

Stay with me.

We do not know how the hell the Gay Pirate Plate was first acquired. This being a point of contention is actually pretty plot-relevant; the saga of the Gay Pirate Plate began with my grandmother and her sister, who, for some ungodly reason, both BADLY wanted the Gay Pirate Plate and believed it to be rightfully theirs.

I should back up, firstly, to establish: The Gay Pirate Plate is the cheapest, tackiest, ugliest plate in existence.

It is in no way a collector’s item. It is physically impossible for it to complement anyone’s decor, because the colors in it are garish. It’s just a ceramic plate with a gay pirate painted on it, and the painting is, this cannot be emphasized enough, extremely bad.

(How do we know the pirate is gay if he’s just posing on a plate? Listen. Fully 100% to stereotype, but he is. He is gay. There’s an energy. That pirate is a flaming homosexual. That pirate has sex with men and does it frequently. That pirate is fucking gay, all right, he just is.)

Anyway. The point is that this is an extremely cheap and ugly plate with a poorly-executed painting of pirate on it who is like a nine on the Kinsey scale.

My grandmother and her sister fought a blood feud over this plate for their entire lives. It would be on the wall in my grandma’s house, and then her sister would visit, and then it would be gone. She’d visit her sister and the plate would be on the wall and her sister would pretend it had always been there. She would steal it back, hang it up, and, when her sister visited, pretend it had always been there. This continued for DECADES.

When the sister died, the Gay Pirate Plate lived triumphantly in my grandmother’s house. And then my grandmother died. And my aunt, who had lived with her and been her carer throughout her life, rightfully inherited their house.

We visit my aunt after the funeral and stay with her for a week or two.

Me, my sister, and our dad. Her brother.

The three of us look at each other. We don’t say anything. We studiously avoid making eye contact with the Gay Pirate Plate mounted proud and ugly on the wall. We notice one another studiously avoiding looking at it. We notice one another noticing. We say nothing. We come to a silent consensus. We pack up to leave. We get in the van. Our aunt comes out to say goodbye. I loudly announce I need to use the restroom before we leave. She obviously stays outside to continue talking to my dad.

I take down the Gay Pirate Plate, stuff it under my oversized sweatshirt, go outside, and get in the van. She happily waves goodbye as we drive off.

Two days later my dad gets a phone call that opens with hysterical laughter and “You FUCKING ASSHOLE did you seriously STEAL THE PLATE–”

Anyway. The gay pirate plate lives in my dad’s house currently.

But he’s trying to get me and my sister out to visit him. And plate mounts are cheap.

[mylordshesacactus]

The rules of Gay Pirate Plate are simple by the way.

The plate must be clearly and openly displayed in a place of great prominence whenever it is in your possession. When it is not in your possession, the display piece must remain in place. This is where you would put your gay pirate plate, IF YOU HAD ONE.

No active steps may be taken to prevent the theft of the Gay Pirate Plate. That goes against the spirit of the game, as does attempting to hide it.

The plate MUST be stolen and cannot be gifted or removed with permission. Should you witness attempted theft of the Gay Pirate Plate you are required to intervene and return it to its place.

Every time your sibling successfully absconds with the Gay Pirate Plate, you must respond with indignant fury, as if you have not also repeatedly and blatantly stolen the Gay Pirate Plate.

[mylordshesacactus]

WOE

PLATE BE UPON YE

[mylordshesacactus]

STATUS UPDATE

I texted this image to my family at around 2am their time last night and woke up to appropriately indignant messages about theft, betrayal, etc.

[saintjosie]

nothing could have prepared me for how gay the gay pirate plate was

[sprucewoodmpreg]

^^^^ HOW IT FELT WATCHING THIS CLIP

[sprucewoodmpreg]

>be me >draft up a joke email to avid for a post >"Lol what are your pronouns are you a girl lol" >go to sleep >wake up >the email was not saved as a draft >i somehow sent it to him >mfw avid then brings it up MULTIPLE TIMES on his livestream >i close my laptop and get up to pace around my room >whoops.png >stepped on my ankle wrong and fucked it up >goes to the doctor >boot.jpg

the moral of the story is NEVER EMAIL MINECRAFT YOUTUBERS!!!!!!!!!!

[sprucewoodmpreg]

feel free to stop reblogging this at literally any time

[triskeleaficionado]

UC or ER?

[drpathetique]

HONESTLY THOUGH

THIS IS BOTH ACCURATE AND EFFECTIVE

[whos-this-lisa-person]

Urgent Care is for your "Oh no!" accidents.

Emergency Care is for your "Oh fuck!" accidents.

[yeahokayillreblogthat]

yeah okay ill reblog that!

[thebeastlybazaar]

Dusty McCoy, Huntsman of Exceptional Quarries

An old signed photocard back from Dusty's game hunting days! Its a bit old and burned at the edges...

[thebeastlybazaar]

Hit with a heatwave so Paichni is chilling!

it's almost too hot to handle!

[thebeastlybazaar]

"Sure you can watch the cameras, they'll just watch you back…"

[doodlemancy]

hello fellow artists. google has fallen. pinterest/duckduckgo AI filters don't work. do not despair; here is a list i made of places to find reference images without having to sift through piles of worthless garbage. (for future editing convenience i am just linking my blog post on dreamwidth.)

✨ good places to find art reference that are not full of AI trash 🌈

[caz-the-yarncromancer]

And if you're in a bind and your search engine allows it (google does), filter image results by date. meaning "show only images before day xyz" (it's in the search tools). put in December 2021. no AI results

[farewell-to-lorien]

Talking to Ghosts, by Sienna Gonzales.

[ferf-bish]

are you having fun? are you enjoying yourself? no? Then go do something else! participate in your fandoms, talk to your friends, dm mutuals you want to become your friends. end the doom scroll. enjoy time, don't just fill it

[pineapplehamster]

I would except I fear none of my work is worth having moots, as much as I would love having mutuals that enjoy the fandoms and stuff I do its really difficult for me to put myself out there to do that first dm when I've been lurking and liking and only commenting on their stuff.

[averagefairy]

old people really need to learn how to text accurately to the mood they’re trying to represent like my boss texted me wondering when my semester is over so she can start scheduling me more hours and i was like my finals are done the 15th! And she texts back “Yay for you….” how the fuck am i supposed to interpret that besides passive aggressive

[runawaymarbles]

Someone needs to do a linguistic study on people over 50 and how they use the ellipsis. It’s FASCINATING. I never know the mood they’re trying to convey.

[feynites]

I actually thought for a long time that texting just made my mother cranky. But then I watched my sister send her a funny text, and my mother was laughing her ass off. But her actual texted response?

“Ha… right.”

Like, she had actual goddamn tears in her eyes, and that was what she considered an appropriate reply to the joke.I just marvelled for a minute like ‘what the actual hell?’ and eventually asked my mom a few questions. I didn’t want to make her feel defensive or self-conscious or anything, it just kind of blew my mind, and I wanted to know what she was thinking.

Turns out that she’s using the ellipsis the same way I would use a dash, and also to create ‘more space between words’ because it ‘just looks better to her’. Also, that I tend to perceive an ellipsis as an innate ‘downswing’, sort of like the opposite of the upswing you get when you ask a question, but she doesn’t. And that she never uses exclamation marks, because all her teachers basically drilled it into her that exclamation marks were horrible things that made you sound stupid and/or aggressive.

So whereas I might sent a response that looked something like:

“Yay! That sounds great - where are we meeting?”

My mother, whilst meaning the exact same thing, would go:

‘Yay. That sounds great… where are we meeting?”

And when I look at both of those texts, mine reads like ‘happy/approval’ to my eye, whereas my mother’s looks flat. Positive phrasing delivered in a completely flat tone of voice is almost always sarcastic when spoken aloud, so written down, it looks sarcastic or passive-aggressive.

On the reverse, my mother thinks my texts look, in her words, ‘ditzy’ and ‘loud’. She actually expressed confusion, because she knows I write and she thinks that I write well when I’m constructing prose, and she, apparently, could never understand why I ‘wrote like an airhead who never learned proper English’ in all my texts. It led to an interesting discussion on conversational text. Texting and text-based chatting are, relatively, still pretty new, and my mother’s generation by and large didn’t grow up writing things down in real-time conversations. The closest equivalent would be passing notes in class, and that almost never went on for as long as a text conversation might. But letters had been largely supplanted by telephones at that point, so ‘conversational writing’ was not a thing she had to master. 

So whereas people around my age or younger tend to text like we’re scripting our own dialogue and need to convey the right intonations, my mom writes her texts like she’s expecting her Eighth grade English teacher to come and mark them in red pen. She has learned that proper punctuation and mistakes are more acceptable, but when she considers putting effort into how she’s writing, it’s always the lines of making it more formal or technically correct, and not along the lines of ‘how would this sound if you said it out loud?’

[adora-korra]

the linguistics of written languages in quick conversational format will never not be interesting to me like it’s fascinating how we’ve all just silently learned what an ellipsis or exclamation mark implies and it’s totally different in different communities or generations or whatever

[curlicuecal]

We had a running joke about how many times our grad PI’s emails scared us because they were uncharacteristically terse. (You’d get like “We need to talk about your paper.” and then the actual talk would be “It’s great!”)

And he heard us talking one day and started adding smiley emojis to his emails, and honestly it really helped

[veronicasanders]

Can we also have a support group for all of the people who’ve had to do the “Please do not send me a text that says ‘call me.’ unless someone is dead. If no one is dead, you need to delete the period and add a lighthearted emoji” workshop with their boomer parents? Because I know about 10 people who’ve had that exact conversation.

Texts from my mom look like this now:

Call me! 👻

call me 🥑 🥭

Call me. (No one’s dead I just want to talk.)

CALL ME! 🎏🐹🌴💅🏼🎷🌺👒

[tiptoe39]

Book rec if you are interested in this kind of language stuff: Gretchen McCullough’s book BECAUSE INTERNET. It goes into these topics in detail along with a bunch of others and is really fascinating.

[naamahdarling]

Thank fuck for Tumblr and my 21yo friend who keep me from sounding like the old lady I am.

[callacabforme]

Ngl this post managed to prepare me for my current boss’s emails. If I hadn’t known about the ellipse thing I’d have a much worse idea of how she sees me.

[bff0f7]

so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what

[adamtheredbeard]

The full picture is even more heart breaking after you open the uncropped version. Just a heads-up, it's rough

“The Roman Catholic Parish in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan was just grafitted.”

[afronerdism]

Nah let’s post it. Let’s feel it. Don’t look away.

[doobiebenson]

[butch-bakugo]

I notice alot of my followers on here skipping these posts just to mess with my lgbt ones, suspiciously the white popular ones.

Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.

Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.

Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.

They were CHILDREN.

They were murdered in cold blood.

[churchoftheconfusedchicken]

I’d like to add this photo I took last night in Victoria of the statue of Captain Cook. Though I myself am not indigenous, I 100% agree that these murderers, kidnappers and rapists shouldn’t have huge statues and plaques that decorate them and say how “great” they were.

Here’s another photo of the legislative assembly from yesterday. Later on there were more items, candles and signs at the memorial, as well as a big poster with 1505 painted on it but I didn’t get a picture

People need to see this. Not just quickly glance at the photos and keep on scrolling. They need to see this.

Reblog this or just stop following me

[ifiknewiwouldtellyou]

I had seen the first picture of the church, but not the second.

I went to a “Cancel Canada Day” event and burst into tears - not because I was surprised to learn of the unmarked graves (survivors told us they were there. Our government pushed it aside, and we let them), but because seeing all the people gathered in mourning drove it home: They. Were. Children.

This is my country’s legacy - and it’s not history. The last schools closed during my lifetime. My Father went to school with students who lived at the local residential school, after it was changed to a boarding house (read: holding centre) for indigenous youth who went to local schools.

They were all children, injured, abused, and killed in my country’s attempt to erase them. I want the world to see this and hold the state accountable to *active* reconciliation> I mean we could at least truly adopt UNDRIP in action instead of words for god’s sake.

[gayvampyr]

here you can read an article about a survivor of the church and some of the things he experienced to help put into perspective how awful and just how recent it was

[nothingweirdhere]

this is the memorial at the vancouver art gallery. 215+ pairs of children’s shoes (as well as stuffed toys and flowers) cover the steps…

[scribeofskyrim]

I know this is my TES blog, but this shit is important. I'm not Canadian, I'm from Southwestern NY, but I'm Native, specifically Seneca/Cherokee, and those "schools" were just as prevalent here in the States.

My family, like literally every other indigenous family I know, is a victim of them, in one way or another. I know we lost people, and while my grandmother and her siblings got out with their lives, they lost their culture.

She kept her language, but she didn't dare teach it to my father, me, or my brother. Speaking Cherokee in public was how she got targeted and literally kidnapped, along with her big sister and almsot all of her brothers.

Joke's on them, though. My great aunt got so mad about it she grew up to be of the writers of the syllabary.

She did teach me some things, though, after A LOT of pestering from me. The language lives on in my cousins and even in my accent, which people have a hard time placing. I learned recipes from her, philosphies, stories, and others things I'm slowly teaching my son.

I'm starting to wear my braids in public. One of those terrible schools was active not an hour from her farm even into the 90s, when I was a teen, so I wasn't allowed to dress or even tell people I was Native the entire time I was growing up. I'm on the paler end, and with my features I'm clearly Not White, but people have a hard time figuring out where I'm "from".

I refused to cut my hair. I still won't.

I don't know where I'm going with this, I'm rambling, but you need to understand that this isn't ancient history. This was within the lifetimes of people you know.

Your Tumblr moots lived through this. ARE STILL dealing with it. Whether mourning lives or a culture or community lost, we're dealing with it.

In my case, so is my son.

[dinomite2]

me finishing the most middest, time wasting art known to human kind but I lowkey fw it:

[thebeastlybazaar]

Paichni chills out in the Purple Void™...

[thebeastlybazaar]

Happy Halloween! Hammy is summoned by the circle of energy drinks and eldritch energys to go on a night about town with Paichni the goblin and Lyra the werewolf!

The first post of the final of the set for halloween! i'll be looking to add more posts and catch up on my works here soon!

[thebeastlybazaar]

All I'm saying is, if you knew what I know about the Muffin Man™, we wouldn't even be having this conversation in the first place!

[pineapplehamster]

“It’s Me.” In my recent consumption of horror and thriller media, I’ve rewatched and replayed several games including the FNAF series! When going over the story of FNAF, a chill always finds itself crawling on my back…

[pineapplehamster]

This was my last actual art post in 2020, I'd like to think i've gotten better!