Fire Of The Night

Just a dude that reblogs things he likes

[hurrakka]

In honor to this unbearable summer heat, here's somethin that happens to my friend whenever we fight Fatalis

[iraprince]

i love hanging out with my wife

p.s.:

[even-disco-baby]

THOUGHT GAINED: INFERNAL ENGINES

PROBLEM

The world is ending. You know it, your neighbor knows it, the dealer knows it, the jailer knows it, the king and all his men know it. All one has to do is look around to see it— the future is curdling into something pale and incorporeal. The infernal machine that is this stupid world is going to blow, sooner rather than later. So what are you doing? Why are you still here? Why is anyone still here?

SOLUTION

You are doing the only thing worth doing. You are living. *Why,* you ask? Try and remember now. Remember your mother’s hand on your shoulder. Remember the taste of a fresh catch. Remember the times when you were kind to the dogs in the valley and they did not bare their teeth. Remember the weight of a child on your shoulders. Remember the stars throwing their light against the wall of sodium and smog. Remember singing until your throat was raw. Remember crying just as loudly and publicly, and the gentleness with which someone opened your curled fist and pressed a handkerchief into your palm. Crying, laughing, running, eating, screaming, haunting, loving, fighting, fighting, fighting. The fight fuels you, and you fuel the fight. You run yourself ragged just for a chance to keep running. You never stop. You cannot stop. The world depends on it. *You* are the infernal engine. You are the world. And, simply put: you want to live.

[tiktoksthataregood-ish]

[yekkes]

As someone who worked retail for two years this is like. Extremely realistic and I hate it

[tiktoksthataregood-ish]

[mysharona1987]

[scholarlyapproach]

DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN TO CEREAL!!!

Listen in the past the poor have had to improvise cheap food the rich never wanted as a means to survive. And over the many years of innovation made the food taste good until eventually the rich where like: “Oh hay you actually like that garbage? Why on earth would you like it?” Then they try it, love it, start buying it, and then drive the price up so much it becomes a luxury good.

They do this and its devastating, the food typically never becomes affordable again. It don’t matter how cheap the foo dis to produce, it doesn’t matter if there is almost no meat on the bone or its super difficult to eat and messy. Once the poor discover how to make some bit of cheap food taste good, the rich take it away via driving the price of it up.

THEY DID THIS TO RIBS.

Ribs were garage meat. Just look at them, there is hardly any meat on the bone, you have to eat them by hand usually, and they are messy. They where an undesirable cheap source of junk meat. But the poor being the poor made them taste good. (Because they don’t have much to choose from.) The rich discovered the meals the poor made with them and decided they liked ribs too. People discovered they could sell a few ribs to rich people and make way more money then selling lots of ribs to poor people and the price was driven up.

DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN TO CEREAL!!!

[askmace]

They did the same to brisket.  You used to be able to get brisket for less than a dollar a pound, which meant you could get a twenty pound brisket fairly cheaply.  And then you smoked it, sliced it, and had meat for weeks if not a full month.  And it was tasty.  I grew up eating brisket at least once a month because my family could afford it.

It was a cheap meat because no rich person looks at the dangly part of the neck of a cow and goes ‘ooh, that looks tasty!’.

But then Food Network started showcasing things like barbecued brisket.  Rich people started showing up at places that weren’t just Rib Crib to get their barbeque.  And the price of brisket went up.  A lot.

I regularly see it for over five dollars a pound in stores now.  And while yeah, that might not seem like a lot when you’re talking only a pound or two of meat, brisket is normally sold in ten to twenty pound sizes.  It’s become completely unaffordable to the people that made it delicious.

Sushi used to be really cheap, too, until it became ‘trendy’.  Guess why you’re now paying twelve dollars for your order of California rolls?  Because rich people discovered something that poor people had been eating for ages.

Noticed the prices of fajita meat, chicken thighs, or ham hocks has gone up recently?  You guessed it.  Rich people are taking our food and now we’re scrambling to afford the things that we grew up eating.

[auroraluciferi]

Lobster is a perfect example of this phenomenon.  For hundreds of years, lobster was regarded as a sort of insect larvae from the depth of the sea. It had zero appeal as a “luxury food” until people living in NY and Boston developed a taste for it. Before the 19th century, it was considered a “poverty food” or used as fertilizer and bait - some household servants specified in employment agreements that they would not eat lobster more than twice a week. It was also commonly served at prisons, which tells you something about prison food.

Only by cleverly marketing lobster as an indulgence for the privileged made it cost so much. It became a vehicle for enormous profit spawning a multi-billion dollar global industry in the process. This mythical affection for lobster flesh - not its practical value in terms of taste, nutrition, or any other reasonable consideration - drives its value.

[blackwitchmagicwoman-deactivate]

LMAO. Wait.

[thegrimmlovely]

Anyone else’s eye twitchin?

[strongorcbutch-deactivated20220]

Food gentrification is a long standing practice and it’s some of the most evil shit I can think of. It’s why I refuse for example as someone living in the US to buy things with Quinoa in them. It is specifically pricing an indigenous population out of their prime staple food. It’s a horrific invasion of one of the final requirements of staying alive.

[heywriters]

Chicken wings. My mom gripes about this every time we’re at the store because they were cheap, garbage meat all her life until Buffalo wings or whatever came along. Her favorite part of the chicken, lol, and now they’re a luxury buy which she never indulges in.

[a1-b2c3-deactivated20230114]

it already happened with cereal guys

welcome to cereal bars/cafes

where, in toronto, you paid $10 for a bowl of cereal

the best example would be the cereal killer cafe, which opened in an area of london known for poverty (ie. a gentrified location) and sold bowls for 7 pounds each

[wolfkat]

And I know I’ve seen cereals in stores costing more than they ever have before. Its crazy

[foodffs]

Garlic Cheese Bombs

Recipe: https://onepotrecipes.com/cheese-bombs-recipe/

Follow for recipes

Is this how you roll?

[anarcho-communism-revolution]

[marcy-the-martian]

Me, about to become the new owner of the local Denny’s

[weirdmageddon]

link:

zelda: i would love to study you

[weirdmageddon]

thinking about this

[gallusrostromegalus]

So one of my neighbors has a lawn Roomba or whatever they’re called, and this thing trundles around looking like a background robot in the background of the original trilogy, and ABSOLUTELY BAFFLING THE DOGS.

They have concluded, I think, that it’s some kind of prey animal because right after this video ended they decided to crouch down and stalk it, which means I’m 90% sure I’m going to have to stop Arwen from eating it at some point.

[theodorepython]

Of course it’s a prey animal it fucking eats GRASS

[gallusrostromegalus]

While I can’t fault your reasoning on robot taxonomy, apparently we’re both wrong:  Arwen, as much as she is a high-prey-drive animal, is foremost, a herding dog, and has decided that the Lawn Roomba is a SHEEP.

What happened is the lawn roomba belongs to the guy that does most of the maintainence on the neighborhood park, and he had it out grazing on a different section of lawn when my parents came down for a walk and Arwen was siezed by 200 years worth fo Kelpie Instincts, rolled out of her Harness and proceded to herd the shit out of this tiny, oblivious robot.  

Everything was on display- mock-stalking, intimidating eye contact, barking, running in front of it to try to get it to balk, the scariest barking she can muster (which is actually.  pretty scary if you’re not used to Loud Dogs), looking back at my parents for directions.  or rather, looking at my Mom while Dad tried unsuccessuflly to capture her.

After about ten minutes they realized she wasn’t biting it, and decided to let her play Sheep Simulator 5000 for a while. She eventually figured out that 

It  doesn’t respond to Yelling, Posturing or Aggressive Eye Contact

It does respond to having it’s wheels or bump hazards hit 

It would respond to its side being nosed or slapped by moving in a different direction

Conent that this was apparently some kind of blind, deaf and particularly stupid sheep, she could now manage the robot by smacking it if it got too close to the creek bed or fence for her liking, and was eventually content to sit on the highest point of the field and Supervise ™ it.

“Hey.” Said Roger, owner of the robot. “Do you think if I put the ramp down she’ll herd it into the back of my pickup?”

Arwen was mostly asleep in the afternoon sun as roger put the ramp down but woke right up when mom Whistled, then pointed at the truck.  She immediately went after the robot and did something that wouldn’t have occured to me, an allegedly more intelligent being: the robot is roughly triangular, and when it hits an obstacle, will change direction so that one of its other sides (rather than points) is now the ‘front’.  So to get it to move in a straight line in the direction she wanted, Arwen would smack the two sides of the robot that she didn’t want it to go in in quick sucession, and got it across the field, over a small hill and up the ramp as fast as it’s clumsy little wheels could go.

“I didn’t know you had a fully-trained sheepdog!” Said Roger

“Me either.” said Mom.

So Arwen now has a Semi-Weekly Appointment to play with Sheepbot.

[gaycism]

This is.. the sweetest thing I’ve read

[official-lucifers-child]

that is so amazing ohhhh my gods, this guy absolutely is not the asshole that is just???? amazing platonic intimacy and affection?? which is good????

[cerolinda]

I'm off to fight God does anyone want anything?

[cerolinda]

Sorry everyone, God didn't drop anything worthwhile, only soup.

[cerolinda]

It means he only DROPPED SOUP

[kiryma]

Well get out of the INCREASED SOUP DROP RATE universe

[cerolinda]

ALRIGHT YOU DON'T HAVE TO SHOUT AT ME, I'LL GO KILL ANOTHER GOD

[cerolinda]

The other God ALSO dropped soup?????????????????????

[spinyax]

what do you mean the other god also dropped soup???????

[cerolinda]

It means I killed him and he only dropped soup!

[vinitile-deactivated20210311]

GO INTO THE NEXT UNIVERSE

[cerolinda]

NO MATTER HOW MUCH I TRY TO FARM FOR RARE ITEMS, THE GODS KEEP DROPPING SOUP!

[cerolinda]

I'M FIGHTING THE PRIMORDIAL SOUP GODS!

[cerolinda]

FUCK YOU!!!!

[theslaybymic]

UNC rape survivor Delaney Robinson comes forward with brave statement

Delaney Robinson, a sophomore at the University of North Carolina Chapel Hill alleged Tuesday that a football player at the school raped her in February and that UNC has done nothing about it. In a powerful personal statement she explained how “she did everything a rape victim is supposed to do.”

[mushroomjar]

[ID: A GIFset of a speech given by Delaney Robinson. She is sitting on a chair and is talking into a microphone. She says: I was assaulted and raped on campus. I did not realize that rather than receiving support and concern from the university, I’d only be further victimized from the people who should be working to keep us safe. My life has changed forever while the person who assaulted me remains as a student and football player on this campus. After I was raped I went to the hospital and gave an account of what I could remember… Then I was quizzed again by a DPS investigator who asked consistently demeaning and accusatory questions. “What was I wearing? What was I drinking? How much did I drink? How much did I eat that day? Did I lead him on? Had I hooked up with him before? Do I often have one night stands? Did I even say no? What is my sexual history? How many men have I slept with?” I was treated like a suspect. My humiliation turned to rage when I watched the recorded interview of my rapist by DPS investigators. Rather than accusing him of anything, the investigators spoke to him in a tone of camaraderie. They provided reassurances to him when he became upset. They even laughed with him when he told them how many girls’ phone numbers he had managed to get on the same night he raped me. They told him, “Don’t sweat it, just keep on living your life and playing football.” This man raped me and the police told him not to sweat it. End ID]

[did-you-know]

There’s a 3D-printed sundial that lets light through at the right angles to produce a digital clock shadow, which displays the current time in 20-minute increments from 10:00 until 16:00.

Also, the necessary files can be downloaded from Thingiverse so you can 3D-print your own sundial, if you have the materials to do so.

Source

[my-darling-boy]

I was going to rewatch 1931 Dracula again tonight and just as I turned it on a BAT started flying around at my window and wouldn’t go away and I’ve never seen a bat at my house before and let me tell you I’ve been so gay touched starved this quarantine I was about ready to risk letting a wild bat in my room if it meant it could possibly be one tall, Sexy vampire

[my-darling-boy]

Ah rabies

[my-darling-boy]

But what if the bat was from my secret gay vampire admirer

[petitepointplace]

[callmebliss]

::gasp:: @voidbat !!!!!!!

[voidbat]

i need to make a billion of these!