Any Pronouns (They/Them preferred) My brain looked at everyone in the world, and then said "Nah, you're gonna be attracted to the ficional gamer robot (P03)."
Remember how the West responded to the shooting of Malala? How "Educate Girls" became a global rallying cry? Where are those voices now, when the US-Israel genocide forces women in Gaza to burn their dissertations for cooking fuel? [@/ shailjapatel on X. 12/23/23.]
Two photos tell a story: (L) PHD dissertations for mother & son used to make fire in Gaza to cook food. People have used their furniture & books in the absence of fuel, cooking gas & wood. (R) 🇮🇱 ban on entry of fuel & cooking gas into Gaza continues, 1st truck of wood allowed in [@/ nour_odeh on X.]
Just so you all know, my tumblr glitched egregiously so now every time someone reblogs this from me, tumblr takes me off of my dashboard or search results and forces me to see this post again
So someone stole the mounting pole that we use to dispense poop bags for dogs at one of the parks and I'm off-season so its none of my business. Except that someone posted about it on the community facebook group and said: "There's a lot of shady stuff that's going on there. I always thank the police when they drive through."
You thank the police? You thank the police why?
The police aren't the ones that replace the pole and the police aren't the ones that replace the tiny free library that someone set fire to, that's US. That's the parks people. Parks and Rec are the people you should be thanking. Only thing the police do are sit on their asses and watch people speeding down the street and not catch them.
"There should be plenty of money for security cameras with the police budget" YES! There is! But the police don't pay for the security cameras at the parks.
You know who pays for parks security cameras?
Parks and Rec pays for security cameras at the parks.
If you give money to the police for security cameras at the parks they'll grind it up into a fine powder and snort it with a hundred dollar bill that you also gave them just for being cops.
And I also don't want security cameras at the parks. People should allowed to just exist. Like I don't give a fuck if someone is sleeping on the bench up by the playground- he's literally 50 feet away from any kids and goddamn just let the man sleep.
"Always thank the cops?" For why? They didn't stop them from stealing the pole, either.
ID: a tweet by @/LZReads that says "a SUNY student was suspended yesterday after taking down a zionist banner on campus. he said he would appreciate if people could sign and share his petition as widely as possible: (the above change.ORG petition)"
attached is a photo of the student, a young black man with dark mid length hair, wearing a grey and white keffiyeh and a coat with a furred hood.
From the text of the petition, it seems this student was physically assaulted by a Zionist administration member too. Quoted:
"The student did not approach Nicholson or threaten him in any way. As the student pulled the banner off, Nicholson stood and approached the student, grabbing them and pushing them to the ground. At this point, the student attempted to leave the office, but once again, Nicholson grabbed and restrained them, growing increasingly aggressive while the student remained nonviolent and called for help. Eventually, a third party stepped in, and the two were separated. The student recorded the entire incident, and the video clearly shows that Nicholson was the ONLY aggressor in this physical confrontation.
The Purchase College administration responded by suspending the student and opening a disciplinary proceeding against them. However, staff member Paul Nicholson has EXPERIENCED NO CONSEQUENCES FOR HIS UNACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOR."
i am so sick of “social communication difficulties” being painted as like. haha i said something out of turn! haha i talk too loud! haha i was silly when i should’ve been serious! im so weird lol.
shoutout to people who get told they stare and their eyes are too wide and they always look nervous or too intense. shoutout to people who don’t know why the conversation dies right after you interject. shoutout to people who never know how to get your thoughts into words. shoutout to people who need clarification so much no one ever tells you things. shoutout to people who always feel resented. shoutout to people who don’t know how to be in conversation. shoutout to people who struggle with social function in a way that can’t be uwu-ified.
Picture this: Dragons using their caves to age cheese. Dragon Cheesemakers!!
The dragon coiled his enormous body, completely blocking the entrance of the tunnel that lead to the caves.
“No,” he snarled, smoke pluming from his nose.
The cheesemonger pinched the bridge of her own nose. “Look, I explained this to you at the start,” she tried once more. “I make cheese.”
“Yes,” the agreed, nodding his scaly head.
“Then I bring the cheese here.”
“Yes.”
“Then you store all the cheese in your cave, keeping it at the perfect temperature and humidity.”
“Yes.” He sounded particularly proud of this part.
“And then when the cheese has ripened,” she concluded. “I come to pick the cheese up again.”
A thunderous scowl clouded his maw. “No.”
“But that’s how it works!” she cried in exasperation. “I make the cheese, you store the cheese, I sell the cheese, I make more cheese!” She peered up at him. “You do realise I cannot bring you new cheese until I have sold this cheese.”
The dragon considered this for a moment. “Ah, but what if—” he began. “What if you go and make more cheese. And bring me the cheese. And I put it in my cave, with the rest of the hoard. And then I keep it there forever.”
“No,” she said flatly.
It was remarkable how much a dragon could look like it had just swallowed a lemon.
“You can’t keep cheese forever,” she insisted. “It will spoil and go bad!”
“You said it would get better and better!” the dragon roared indignantly. “And I take good care of them! With the air flow and the humidity and the temperature!”
“And that is great,” she said, trying to smile through her frustration. “But when a cheese is ripe, it’s ripe! Then you should not be kept anymore, it should be eaten.”
The dragon scraped it’s formidable claws against the stony ground and sulked.
“Look…” The cheese mongering business did not tend to require a lot of sweet-talking, but she was making an effort. “I’m sure the cheeses that aged in your cave are the best cheeses people have ever tasted. When they find out how delicious they are they will want us to make loads more. Maybe several caves’ worth!”
The reptilian eyes stared at her with disgruntled, reluctant interest. “Several caves?”
“If we’re lucky! And I could make so much cheese that I could bring you new cheese as soon as I pick up the aged cheese. Your cave would never even be empty!”
This seemed to strike a chord. The dragon lifted his head a little.
“And that would really be much better for the rest of your hoard,” she continued with fresh inspiration. “Because if you leave cheese too long, it might go bad and spoil the cheeses next to it too!”
A nervous ripple went through the beast’s scaly body, but he clearly was not convinced just yet. “But what sort of a hoard is it if I have to give it away,” he complained.
“Well! Cheese is not just any old hoard! It’s a developing creation! And you will have a hoard that is constantly developing too. Constantly changing, but, if we do this right, never shrinking.”
The dragon looked at her solemnly, wavering with uncertainty. Perhaps she shouldn’t hold it against the poor thing, it must be a difficult concept to wrap his head around.
“And I will tell you what,” she said encouragingly. “If business is good, I can start investing in some really good crumbly cheeses. You can keep those in your cave for five whole years!”
“That is quite a long time for humans, is it not?” he said, sounding a little more cheerful.
“Very long. Especially when it comes to cheese. Cheeses that have been aged that long are very expensive.”
In retrospect, she should perhaps have led with that. Gourmand or not, a dragon was still a dragon after all. A glittering, toothy grin appeared on her recalcitrant business partner’s shout and he moved just enough for her to move past him into the mountain.
“Tell me more about this expensive cheese that crumbles.”
She hid a smirk. “If you help me carry some of the current ones out, it would be my pleasure.”
Some old tweets from the official Rain World twitter account that I find interesting
It seems that FP's overseers had a larger range, and could appear in outskirts. It also could be possible that they're were to guide you instead of Iggy. And after looking enough, this next gif confirms that:
This led me to the original forum post, have a nice read
The account retweeted a possible scrapped room? (2016)
Old rooms and a rare early look of the room SU_B04! (2014) I can't post them all, but if you scroll here you can find more screenshots of early Outskirts rooms.
It's also so unbelievably funny to me that the old account was basically obsessed with using #slugcatlife in almost every Rain World related post (same with Videocult's account). It's a shame they removed their old bio and stopped doing that, because I think it's gold.
Can we bring it back please? I'll start using #slugcatlife just for the fun of it
If you're more interested in posts about Rain World's inspiration, thanks to the RW discord server I found this reply.
Another legendary slugcatlife tweet
Looking in the hashtag results in old fanart, screenshots and Videocult tweets. Like this early look of the White Lizard:
Or this gif of the noodleflies:
A couple of more honorable mentions: The room above Early DLL AI Cool decals
baseball is actually not a sport it’s just a documentary of human nature and how we battle boredom. the stuff these teams get up to while they’re waiting their turn.
and it’s hilarious when they pull pranks on each other, like attaching things to other people’s caps:
or the beloved hot foot prank:
or when they decided to put a guy’s pants over his head and make it seem like he was walking on his hands:
or when they opposing pitchers took turns playing tic tac toe every time they got on the mound: