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YOU ARE THE REASON
The Stonewall Inn
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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KIROKAZE
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Whilst I cannot fault you for focussing on Luke in a glittery, rhinestone-encrusted, version of his Tattooine outfit, with glam rock platform soles too, I think we need the whole thing for the full impact
It's called "Star Wars Rocks!" by the mighty Hugh Fleming
my dad woul love this
I hope OpenAI goes under. I hope ChatGPT and all similar AI are unplugged forever. And I hope everyone who's been relying on it cries about it.
Me (A time traveler visiting 20-year old Mozart): OK, so, this is called an electric guitar, basically instead of the body functioning as a resonance chamber, it produces music by harnessing the power of lightning. Do you have any other questions?
Mozart (Currently shredding Violin Concerto No. 1 on the guitar, having figured it out within 30 seconds): What other music can be made from harnessed lightning?
Me (Loading up some heavy dubstep): Oh, we're just getting started.
Girl whose most frequent mistake is inaction voice: wow I keep making mistakes I better not do anything
stop. analyse that text through the lens of its author's intentions and original historical context. okay now take the author out back and kill them dead and analyse that text as though it were published by your mutual yesterday and is in direct conversation with the contemporary discourse that's most relevant to your life. okay now pick your favorite angle of interpretation and come up with the strongest possible argument against it. now imagine that the text is your best friend and that it means you well and that you naturally give it every benefit of the doubt because you're on its side and you want the best for it. now imagine that the text wants you dead and it'll eat you if you don't eat it first. now pretend that you found this text locked away in a cave with no evidence of when or where it came from and you have to divine its meaning solely through its internal coherence and nothing else. okay now address the elephant in the room aspect of the text you've been ignoring because you find it boring or confusing or uncomfortable and become the number one expert on it. now spend forty minutes assigning all the characters dnd classes with at least three sentences of reasoning each. okay now do the cha cha slide.
getting an english degree be like
skateboard will be so fictionalized that people forget we all have one inside of us. like the war of course but like they arent just fantasy creatures.... its just In There
hey. So skeletons may have autocorrected to skateboard,
When i die donate my skateboard to science so they can do sick tricks
When i die donate
my skateboard to science so
they can do sick tricks
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Absolutely the world's BEST haiku. Everyone can go home now
a phrase that kinda bothers me when talking about women's historical roles in europe is "cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the children." you hear it so often, those exact words in the same order even. and once you learn a little more you realize that the massive gaping hole in that list is fiberwork. im not an expert and have no hard numbers, but i wouldnt be surprised if fiberwork took up nearly as much time as the other three tasks combined, so it's not a trivial omission.
it's not a hot take to say that the mass amnesia about fiberwork is linked to the belittlement of women's work in geneal, but i do think there's a special kind of illusion that is cast by "cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the children." you hear that and think "well i cook and clean and take care of children (or i know someone who does) and i have a sense of how much work that is" and you know of course that cooking and cleaning were more laborious before modern technology, but still, you have a ballpark estimate you think, when in fact you are drastically underestimating the work load.
i also think that this just micharacterizes the role of women's work in livelihoods? cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the children are all sisyphean tasks that have to be repeated the next day. these are important, but not the whole picture. when we include all kinds of fiberwork—and other things, such as making candles or soap—women's work looks much more like manufacturing, a sphere we now associate more with men's work. i feel like women's connection to making and craftsmanship is often elided.
And part of 'cooking' was brewing, pickling, preserving, fermenting..
Also memory-holed is how incredibly time-consuming laundry was and how much of it relied on physical strength.
Using a drop spindle to spin fiber into thread (which was the only way to spin thread until the spinning wheel made it to Europe in the 13th Century), and a warp-weighted loom to weave cloth, it takes a long time to turn fiber into finished items. (And even before you start spinning, you have to prepare the fibers, which is additional labor.) For an experienced adult, probably somewhere around 108 hours per square yard of fabric.
A simple dress or robe that covers an adult from shoulders to mid-calf will usually take about two yards of fabric.
Bret Devereaux lays this out if you're interested in looking deeper at the numbers: https://acoup.blog/2025/09/26/collections-life-work-death-and-the-peasant-part-ivd-spinning-plates/
its tough out there but so am i
Do we count this as a passive rickroll?
link to post
Roasted Vegetables So Good You’ll Forget...
scalloped potatoes that take the pain away
beef that makes you someone it didn't happen to
buttered rolls that make the world a little softer
chicken noodle soup that sooths the soul
This is so fucking embarrassing. This is one of the most embarrassing business quips I have ever seen in my entire vile career.
coat bath
tag yourselves i'm the GREAT ROOM beside the GOURMET KITCHEN
i remade it in the sims 4
i'm 3sinks no toilet
We need better conflict resolution skills from everybody because currently everybody is so conflict-avoidant that they’re choosing to be tense forever rather than reach a conclusion.
are you perhaps currently at the thanksgiving table my love?
I am the ocean
Sometimes crashing, breaking
Storming against the harbor wall
Dark secrets well up from depths
Once explored, refuse to be ignored
And the harbor wall never knows
What it is to be pulled by the moon
Changing without choosing
Giving endlessly,
refilled by tears and warmed snow
Riptides battle against my
Daughter, the beach,
Who refuses to be still
Each day giving what she will
I am the ocean
Inspired by this reel: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DQS1hcukqMx/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
He really articulated something about women and men that I found beautiful. My husband is the harbor wall in our home and I am somewhere between a crashing teenager and a deep ocean woman.
Tomorrow I'm going to pretend I'm an ocean and see how it goes.
I am the ocean
Sometimes crashing, breaking
Storming against the harbor wall
Dark secrets well up from depths
Once explored, refuse to be ignored
And the harbor wall never knows
What it is to be pulled by the moon
Changing without choosing
Giving endlessly,
refilled by tears and warmed snow
Riptides battle against my
Daughter, the beach,
Who refuses to be still
Each day giving what she will
I am the ocean
mmm knik knak
In King Ludwig II’s defense, if I had basically infinite discretionary funds, was accountable to absolutely no one, and was king of a country full of picturesque landscapes, you couldn’t stop me from building myself a big gay fairytale castle on a mountaintop either.
This post is spreading and I feel bad about it because it contains misinformation, so for the record: Ludwig II did not in fact have infinite discretionary funds. He only acted as if he did. He never dipped into the public coffers for his building projects, but he spent his own fortune extravagantly and borrowed heavily from everyone he could think of. By 1885, the year before his death, he was 14 million marks in debt.
~ ✨✨ 14 million marks in debt ✨✨~
I always find this inspiring because try to name another prince of a German state. What did the rulers of Hamberg do? The Grand Duchy of Hesse? Gone with the wind, no one knows them anymore. But Mad Lad Ludwig built a top 5 most famous castle in the entire world. Money is fake, castles are real. Go broke and die like a winner.
EXCUSE ME, this is still wrong. He built 3.
Neuschwanstein, literally the inspo for the castles in Disney's Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella
Hohenschwangau, the practical castle
Linderhof, the final, the smallest, and the MOST fab.
Every room is incredible and the park is beautiful, but shoutout to The Bedroom, the biggest room
The Hall of Mirrors, which he probably wandered by candle light because he was a serious night owl
The Dining Room, with a wishing table that lowers to the kitchen, and rises with a crank, returning magically full of food
The Venus Grotto, constructed for the sole use of Ludwig to larp to his heart's content
A full artificial cave, it features a waterfall, fake stalactites, and a custom-designed swan boat floating on an artificial lake. The first electricity in Bavaria was generated here, to change the colors of the stage lights and to power Ludwig's fountain and wave machine.
Now THAT'S ~ ✨✨ 14 million marks in debt ✨✨~
I love that- and I cannot emphasize this enough -none of this was tax money
the public paid for zero of his fairytale castle hobby
rare European monarch W as far as spending money lavishly goes
Ludwig II did not build Hohenschwangau. That was his father, Maximilian II. Ludwig II did grow up there, though he was born in Munich's Schloss Nymphenburg.
Ludwig II then proceeded to build Neuschwanstein (left) on the next hill over from his parents' castle (right), a little bigger and a bit higher up:
You can walk from one to the other, quite a nice daytrip if you happen to find yourself in Bavaria.
While Hohenschwangau wasn't built by him, Ludwig II did build quite a lot of castles. Besides the already mentioned ones, there's also Schloss Herrenchiemsee:
It's modelled after Versailles. The gardens are lovely.
There's also the more modest Königshaus am Schachen:
The "Turkish Room" still packs quite a punch.
He also planned castles that were never built, such as a Neuschwanstein-style one at the site of the ruined Burg Falkenstein, not far from Neuschwanstein and Hohenschwangau.
This was contemporary theatrical painter Christian Jank's first rendering of that one:
Architects were engaged, but by that point Ludwig II was already in pretty significant financial trouble. A tiny bit of the infrastructure was put up, but nothing more. You can find some of the design sketches in the museum at Herrenchiemsee.
Shortly before his passing, Ludwig II also had plans for a castle inspired by a palace in Beijing, likely to be built in Tirol, and one that was to be more Byzantine-styled, likely near Linderhof.
He also did some lush royal apartments in Landshut and Munich, as well as other new additions to existing buildings, though a lot of that was cosmetic and/or leftovers from his bigger projects.
Fascinating figure.
It was enrichment for his enclosure (having to do the job of being a monarch and marrying a cousin)
i’ve warmed up significantly towards the concept of small talk ever since i learned that its sole purpose is to make friendly noises.
as long as you smile and nod, people are satisfied. it’s just to show that you are nice and there with good intentions. we’re small in a big world and have to rely on other people to be decent to us. so we do our little human dance to each other to say, “i’m not here to hurt you. here’s something we have in common, like the weather or sports or itchy sweaters, so we both know we’re on the same team. we both agree on a basic fact, like that it is rainy or that being itchy is uncomfortable, and this proves we can get along. i’m being light-hearted and non-threatening right now.”
small talk isn’t to get to know a person. it’s just a greeting to affirm you’re buddies in the universe.
i am motivated by wanting the other person to know i am friendly, so i have gotten pretty decent at small talk when i used to hate it.
