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Cónan | aro ace | they/them | just sort of reblogs everything of interest | and I have a lot of interests | seriously this blog is chaos I try to stick to a theme and then I find a post about bloodsucking moths and well | I can't not reblog that shit | this world is full of beauty and horrors

[a-trans-comic-by-me]

[sosuperawesome]

Galaxy Bat Plushies / Bat Stickers / Bat Sewing Pattern

BeeZeeArt on Etsy / beezeeart.com

[robotslenderman]

Me, a disgraced academic turned farmer, surveying my crops: Finally… I am out standing in my field

[kalesbug]

Trying to find something to motivate myself and I found this little line from Van Gogh

[tiffanyachings]

Alright, nerd. You wanna learn something? I’ll teach you something. I’mma teach you the meaning of life. How do you like them apples? Now over the last 2.500 years Western philosphers have formed three main theories on how to live an ethical life…

bonus:

[nypost]

NYU students who back Trump afraid to show their faces. 

“They’re afraid of losing friends, being ridiculed in class, getting worse grades and are even afraid of being assaulted and physically hurt.”

[railroadsoftware]

good

[lingeringfingers]

no, not good. because if we hate them as much as Trump and his supporters hate certain groups, we are no better than they are.

[railroadsoftware]

yeah I am

[fandomshateblackpeople]

“if you hate these bigots you’re just as bigoted as they are”

[bogleech]

This “we’re no better than them” mentality makes the critical mistake that hate itself is the problem.

Hate is not the problem. At all. Hate can be constructive. Hate can be defensive and come from righteous outrage.

The problem is irrational hate towards innocent people.

Hating a racist is COMPLETELY fucking different from hating a race. A whole race didn’t do anything wrong. A racist did. Hating the racist is 100% proportionate, justifiable retaliation.

[thepunkprophet]

Fucking. Mic. Drop.

[rainnecassidy]

The reason that hate groups like the Klan have been driven so near to extinction is because of this exact thing. It became unfashionable to be publicly racist, and the backlash against those kinds of groups became unbearable for them. It drove them out of the limelight and into the very fringes of society.

This postmodern “hating the hate makes you just as bad” bullshit is what’s allowing them to re-prosper.

Fuck that.

Expose them. Make them lose their friends. Ridicule them in classes. If you can get away with it, beat their asses. Show them what it means that we will not go back to that way of life again. It’s time for the racists to be the ones who live in fear.

[i-eat-men-like-air]

Hating bigotry does not a bigot make.

[kindbloodedarlanna-deactivated2]

Imma just leave this here

[exerian-deactivated20181214]

The paradox of tolerance is that you cannot ever tolerate intolerance of any name or nature or tolerance itself will be snuffed out.

Punch your local Nazi. Make them bleed.

[rosalarian]

People of color, Jewish people, queer and trans people, immigrants, and a whole bunch of people can never truly exercise the full extent of their freedom of speech so long as Nazis are exercising their freedom of speech. You literally cannot let everyone have unlimited freedom when a big group of people wants to use their freedom to, at best, keep other groups of people from being free, and at worst wants to keep other groups of people from being alive. It is 100% impossible to accommodate the viewpoints of every single person at the same time.

So you actually have to choose whose rights you want to preserve. There is nothing to be gained by defending facists’ right to free speech, as doing that inherently attacks the free speech of a bunch of other people. You have to choose, you can’t be wishy washy about this. Not making a choice just means choosing the status quo, and the status quo sucks. Actively fight facists.

[ithelpstodream]

[burntcoffeeandpercocetsss]

I LOVE THIS IVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR A NB PARENTAL TITLE FOR YEARS

[femmealenko-deactivated20190303]

this means the world to me

[sordidcorvoid]

Me: I don't have the energy for this

Someone: For what?

Me: *gestures vaguely*

[aspergersprincess]

Auditory Processing Problems

• *someone says something* “what?” *repeats themselves* “sorry?” *repeats themselves again* “pardon?”

•"hey, y'see the red thing at the top of the shelf, will you get it?“ “Sorry, what?” “On the sh-” “oh yeah sure, I’ll get it.”

•*doesn’t hear teacher because someone’s pen is making a scratchy sound at the back of the room*

•*replays video 10 ten times to figure out what they’re saying*

•teachers asking, “why do you always stop writing in the middle of a sentence, just write down whatever I’m saying,” followed by the response, “I’m just processing it,” rebuked by, “we’ll stop processing it and just write.”

•*gets really focused on staring out the window and goes through four songs without hearing a single on*

[sordidcorvoid]

In Commemoration Of Quitting My Job

In commemoration of quitting my job, I thought I’d compile a list of the weird and random shit that happened to me over the course of working there. Featuring such highlights as: - the ‘vegan’ guys who wanted free chicken because they were vegan and disagreed with paying for chicken (but were still apparently okay with eating it) - the man who bought a wrap, proceeded to urinate all over the floor, and then left (without his wrap)

- the girls who handed me a message on a napkin telling me that I was beautiful and that God was waiting for me along with a phone number for if I wanted to talk (admittedly they had good intentions, but it was still awkward) - the customer who straight-up started filming me with snapchat (without my consent) while I was serving her friends because she thought my serving manner was hilarious - the guy who always came in high as a kite, called me 'Captain Cónan’ and asked if I’d make his food myself - the guy who stared at my nametag, then at my face, and asked “where’s your sword then” - the two drunk ginger guys who unironically referred to themselves as alpha males, called me a whore, and staggered out of the store without buying anything - the guy who, after three and a half minutes of waiting and muttering on the phone (while I served the very indecisive customer before him) stormed out, only to storm right back in to call me an incompetent cunt and announce that he would be coming in to file an official complaint tomorrow (he never did) - the tipsy woman who couldn’t stop complimenting my eyes and got emotional over how 'piercing’ they were - Fresh Fries Man, who only ever came in late at night to buy a single regular fries, and would refuse to accept them/insist they were not fresh enough unless he had witnessed them being physically lifted out of the fryer (fries that had been lifted from the fryer seconds before he made his order were Not Acceptable) - the guy who came in to order wearing a full chicken suit (and then came in again several months later without the suit, eager to know if I’d remembered him) - the customer who pointedly caressed my hand (complete with intense eye contact) when I went to take her money - the customer who intercepted me on my way to change the lobby bin, hugged me, and apologised for interrupting my singing last time she came in to make an order (to which I assured her it was fine, cuz, yunno, taking orders was literally my job). Her boyfriend then helped me to tape cardboard to the top of the door to stop it from slamming and we high fived. It was odd yet endearing. - the customer who asked me to give him something for free. “And how would that benefit me?” I asked in return. Surprisingly, he laughed and conceded that was a fair point. Even more surprisingly, after I finished serving him, he asked for a fist bump. To date he was the chillest customer who ever asked for free shit. - the alarming number of customers who spotted me in various places outside of work and either hailed me or happily told me about it next time they came in - that one time the Domino's pizza delivery driver went "wait, I recognise you" as soon as I opened the door and also turned out to be one of my customers - the customer who seriously encouraged me to vault over the counter. “Do it,” he said. “I believe in you.” He also promised to catch me if I fell. Despite his very compelling persuasions, I politely declined. In retrospect, I have no idea how the conversation even came to that. - the customer who earnestly offered to bring me back a 'stick o’ rock’ from the seaside (which resulted in my colleague saying 'sticky rock’ out of the blue and giggling to himself for the next several weeks) - the drunk man who stared at me wordlessly for a solid minute before telling me “it’s not safe for a pretty thing like you to be working this late” - the old man who (staring intensely at me) handed me a single pound coin and said “Tango.” That was the only word I got out of him the entire transaction. An hour later, he came back into the store and did the exact same thing. To this date I am unsure whether he had no recollection of coming in the previous time or was simply really thirsty but the intensity of his eyes haunts me. - the numerous customers who semi-jokingly asked for alcohol. (To the point that my default, equally semi-joking response became: “If we had that, I’d be drinking it right now.”) - the guy who vaulted over the counter and tried to run into the kitchen, right into my furious manager - the man who asked for my hand after I presented him with his food. Thinking he wanted to shake it, I cautiously obliged, only for him to take my hand and kiss the back of it and declare his love for me to the entire store. - the other man who declared his love for me, repeatedly asked me to sleep with him, and then got dragged out by another customer (who’d been staring intently at me the entire time, presumably to ascertain whether I was uncomfortable.) They proceeded to scuffle in the street, only for the latter to drag the former back in a few minutes later and force him to apologise to me for his behaviour - the customer who told me, in a very serious tone of voice, “you are wasted here” (in reference to my singing) - the drunk guy who tried to buy a sharing bucket from me with a fiver. I gently explained to him that he was £5.99 short. This short circuited his brain and he just stood there holding out the fiver and staring at me unblinkingly until I explained it two more times. Finally I got through to him and he fumbled through his pockets for a minute before depositing a veritable mountain of small change on my counter, then returned to staring at me expectantly. I obligingly counted out the correct amount and left him the remaining pile along with his receipt. What proceeded was the single most painful endeavour to pick up coins that I had ever seen. It took him a solid two minutes and then he simply gave up and walked away. The coins were then immediately nabbed by another customer who’d been watching from the other side of the store, - after packing a customer's order, I turned around to find a guy standing on top of the counter, calmly surveying the store like it was Pride Rock and this was his kingdom. I politely asked him to get down. He bounded off into the night without buying anything. At least four other customers standing patiently in line watched all of this happen without batting an eyelid.

[they-call-me-safety-kid]

Shit I’ve Said To Inanimate Objects/Colleagues: Sentence Starters

“First of all, rude. Second of all, rude.”

“I didn’t raise you to be this way.”

“Don’t you make that noise at me!”

“You are tearing this family apart.”

“One job. You had one job.”

“You are why I have trust issues.”

“You’re doing this on purpose. Aren’t you.”

“Why would you betray me this way.”

“I feel like we don’t communicate at all sometimes.”

“Why must you be so loud every time you have a problem?”

“You are dead to me.”

“Don’t listen to them, I believe in you.”

“I no longer believe in you. You had your chance and you blew it and I hope you feel ashamed.”

“Take this offering and be appeased.”

“If I can’t fall apart while doing this job then neither can you.”

“I hate you a little bit right now.”

“Sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of how little I care.”

“Well. You tried.”

“Not gonna lie, that looks illegal.”

“I’m getting contradicting orders here so I guess I’ll just let you two fight it out.”

“He’s going to hate this and that delights me.”

“I feel like none of us were even given the proper procedure of being taught proper procedure.”

“Don’t eat them. They taste like disappointment and lies.”

“I’m not paid enough to deal with you.”

“Well, I was wrong. But more importantly, you were also wrong.”

“I don’t know what the question is, but the answer is definitely ‘I’m an idiot.’”

“If I sing at it aggressively enough maybe it’ll work.”

“I leave you for two seconds and everything goes to shit.”

“Let’s be real here, this is hardly the weirdest thing you’ve learned about me.”

“All I’ve got is hot sauce and no fucks to give.”

“If I must suffer, you must suffer with me. We’re a goddamn team.”

“I will fight you and I will win.”

“You could do that. Or you could also, you know, not do that.”

“Not all problems can be solved by loud, incessant beeping.”

“Every time I trust you it ends in tragedy and my hands covered in syrup. Why must you be this way?”

[misfits-of-zaun]

So I caved and made some Toffee text posts

[doggiedrawings]

DIY Booklet: Space Etiquette For Dogs

I know I am not alone in this. I have a dog that needs more personal space than other dogs. He is a senior; he is suspicious of unfamiliar dogs and will lunge or snarl at them if they stare at him, or come too close too soon.

And yet every so often, an off-leash dog will come bounding up towards him (or even sometimes, an on-leash dog) and the owner will call out “HE’S FRIENDLY!” without checking with me first if it is OK for their dog to meet my dog. 

There is this automatic assumption by most people that if their own dog is friendly, then everything is fine with the world. Who the heck cares what OTHER PEOPLE’s DOGS are feeling? The idea of consent does not seem to cross their minds at all.

My response is always usually “Please call your dog away. My dog is NOT friendly”. But sometimes I can’t say this fast enough. Or the other person ignores me.  

My dog freaks out and turns into a murderous beast. To the other person with the “friendly dog”, we look like the bad guy. I wish I could simply say: “Please google  SPACE ETIQUETTE FOR DOGS when you get home!”  

I decided to make a pocket-sized pamphlet ( a la www.pocketmod.com) which measures 2.75″ x 4.5″ -  small enough to fit in your treat bag or poop bag. You could hand this out to other dog owners and they could trash it or they could read it. No pressure.

The information in these pages is adapted from posters which you can view in greater detail via www.doggiedrawings.net/freeposters (Space Etiquette for Dogs, Does My Dog Love Other Dogs)

I am offering this booklet as a FREE DOWNLOAD. All you need is paper, a printer, and a pair of scissors. Select “Borderless” in your printer settings before you print.

LINK TO DOWNLOAD - Letter Size paper (USA)

LINK TO DOWNLOAD - A4 Size paper (Rest of the World)

FOLDING INSTRUCTIONS

Also check out:

Dogs In Need Of Space

Consent - It’s Not Just For People

To Leash or Not To Leash

[streetdogmillionaires]

This is WONDERFUL.

[charminglyantiquated]

a short comic about witches and wishes and wanting things.

(all my comics are here!)

[alltheworld-willbeyours]

Do you ever notice yourself getting bad again…like, you know you’re not doing work that needs to be done, you know you’re not cleaning, you know you’re not taking care of yourself…you know all the things you need to do to start trying to feel better. But you just can’t. And you’re left feeling like shit bc you thought you were getting better but here we are

[iguanamouth]

lizsword

its good

[iguanamouth]

theyre fine theyre fine its fine

[plounce]

me trying to comprehend anything anyone says to me