This was on a post discussing shit parents doing a new satanic panic. Valid points all around but. But I’m crying. This is the funniest lie ever, no parody I could come up with this will be this funny. Nonbinary Julius Cesar
undiagnosed autistic people will be like "I don't get upset when my routine changes though!!" and it's because they've built a set of if-then loops in their head to pick from one of 6 different strict routines and they do get incredibly upset when they're unable to keep to any of the 6 scripts. I'm john normal
This is called a fault tree. You will always know how to act if your fault tree captures all possible scenarios. In NASA Mission Control during mission critical events like landings there are huge binders with fault tree protocols, kind of like choose your own adventure books except you’re not the one making the choices, the universe is making them for you and you’re just trying to keep up.
The engineers who develop fault trees, I am told, often imagine new ways for their precious spacecraft to die (new branches on the fault trees) either while in the shower or lying awake at 3am, because human
Was just thinking about this the other day. Yeah I have a favorite seat on the bus (middle of the bus, near the back doors, slightly elevated, facing forward), but I don’t get upset if someone is already sitting there, I just pick one of my other favorite spots. Then I realized that most people probably don’t have a favorite bus seat, let alone a series of backup favorites.
tbh we gotta stop saying "ai slop" and just go back to calling it complete dogshit. slop is too soft these days im sorry. It's dogshit. Look at that ai dogshit.
Quarantine Zone AU (post-apoc zombie), Seonghwa who has to be sent to quarantine by all regulations but he's so kind and so patient throughout the entire process San can't help but feel so bad. Most people are belligerent and cruel but Seonghwa came through his gates gentle, patient, with the kindest smile he's seen since this endless torment started.
Everyday, San goes to check on him; they talk through the plexiglass, as quietly as they can. Eventually, more are sent to Hwa's quarantine cell and San can't help the way it makes his stomach hurt. Not quite like a stomach ache but instead a punch, swift and powerful.
What if they're infected? What if something happens to Seonghwa? He doesn't deserve that, he doesn't deserve to be torn apart -- but what if Seonghwa is the one who is infected? What if someday San walks into the tent and finds something unrecognizable on the bench Seonghwa loves because it gets just the slightest sliver of afternoon sun?
He wakes up in a cold sweat about it more nights than he would like to admit, laments about it enough to Wooyoung that his platonic soulmate has promised to back San up on any decision he might make when it comes to Seonghwa.
They've only known each other a week but San can't help the despair he feels when Seonghwa's symptoms stagnate. They're all circumstantial, this whole fucking process is, because none of them really know what the fuck they're doing at the end of the day and San tries not to think about how many people have died simply because they showed the wrong symptom at the wrong gate.
He's tried so hard to stay within the lines, to uphold safety while maintaining humanity, but he knows eventually push will come to shove and red tape and fear will lead his puppeteers to compromise one for the other. San knows the scales will never tip in his favor, he just has to hope Seonghwa recovers before then.
Of course, life has a way of reminding San that he is not the one in control, never has been.
It should be routine, wake up, grab a coffee, go spend time with and check seonghwa, proceed to the gate. San's heart freezes in his chest as he watches someone else examine Seonghwa, jotting down sloppy notes on a battered clipboard. Never before has San pulled rank on anyone within his camp, he likes to keep everyone equal, but that all goes out the window where Seonghwa is considered, apparently.
"There's been no shift change today, so why are you in here bothering my charges?" San wonders and watches as the man barely spares a glance over his shoulder.
"Some of these people have been here for nearly a week - most camps keep them three days at most. Space is precious, they need to either be liquidated or moved to the survivor's yard." San does not believe, nor does he appreciate, the sarcastic laugh that spills from the guard's lips. "Someone clearly doesn't know what they're doing, I'm just helping clean up."
His pen hovers over a box that never fails to make San's guts feel like they're going to fall out through his ass. A loud 'bang!' resounds through the space as the clipboard collides with a cabinet at the far side of the tent, a significant dent left behind in the metal siding.
"We do things a little differently here. Horizon Checkpoint isn't looking for heroes. It'd be best if you got back to your post." San watches as the man's hackles rise and quickly fall the moment he finally realizes exactly who he's talking to.
Silence echoes behind the guard's departure and San uses the moment to gather his sanity and breath before turning back to Seonghwa.
"You're not infected. You're not."
"Not yet, San, but I should be getting better-"
"And you would be if we didn't have you locked in a glorified Tupperware container with bare minimum nutrition. The system is-" San swallows around his bitterness. "It isn't perfect but it's all we have. But I won't let them take you, not until we know for certain. I promise Seonghwa."
Seonghwa just smiles; soft, patient, and in a way that makes San think of gentle wind chimes and porch swings.
this is probably my favorite tiktok of all time and I finally got around to showing it to my dad the other day and now he comes home every day and tells me about all the places he saw crumbling concrete and says "guess they didn't add enough chinchilla flakes"
My dad has worked in construction is whole life, primarily with a company that does concrete foundations, and I immediately sent him this back when I first found it on TikTok, and he IMMEDIATELY shared it with everyone he worked with. They apparently still quote it on his job sites to this day.
self sacrifice in the life series is a bit like that one joke about "if your partner writes you a sonnet, they love you. if they write you a hundred sonnets, they love writing sonnets". if your partner lets you kill him in a 1v1 at the end of a series right by the grave of your dead pet so that you may win the series, he loves you. if he repeatedly lets you kill him to slightly expand your lifespan and also sometimes he lets other people do it as well then he loves killing himself
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