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hey guys mind if i
it doesnt like the camera!!
let it scream its trying its best for people to hear
you ask why it screams but you insult it…..it had important words to say…now we’ll never know what they are
oh!! youve coaxed it. it will tell you the news!!
it was screaming because it didn’t want you miss out on a present you got :(
it wonders if you’d like to open it?
oh!! it was an invite!!
they hope you enjoy the festivities (screaming) with them!!
i’M NOT SORRY
thank fuck, take him and his stanky potatoes
You’ll miss my potatoes come winter time!!
Foz Meadows on Portrayal of Sex in Media
I agree, all men should learn about women’s sexuality by reading My Immortal.
Hi friend! Foz here. Just a couple of points:
- I’ve specified good fanfiction in literally the first tweet. While this is, obviously, a value judgement wherein YMMV, My Immortal is famous for being arguably the most terrible fanfic ever written, and is therefore demonstrably not what I’m talking about. Similarly, I’ve seen other responses to this post bring up 50 Shades, which, despite its popularity in mainstream circles, is pretty much universally regarded as being not just terrible fanfic, but an excruciatingly bad and dangerously inaccurate portrayal of BDSM that romanticises abuse. So no: these are not the droids you’re looking for.
- Here’s the thing, though: you already knew that. The decision to respond to this post with a flippant reference to a fic that’s notorious precisely because of its poor quality is exactly why I used up precious Twitter characters to specify good fanfic, even though I shouldn’t have had to. Every mode of artistic expression is composed of good, bad and mediocre works, but when it comes to genres that are traditionally viewed as less worthy or literary - like fanfiction, or romance - we have a reflexive tendency to conflate the bad with the whole, such that the good is implied to be either exceptional or nonexistant. I specified that I’m talking about good fanfiction, not because I think such fics are an exalted minority, but to pre-emptively combat the assertion that they are, and then you’ve gone and made it anyway. So, thanks for that.
- But while we’re on the subject of quality, let’s make a very important distinction. Though fanfic is a largely unmediated medium, it’s not bad; it’s amateur, in the very literal, dictionary-definition sense of engaging or engaged in without payment; non-professional. While there’s a stereotype that lots of ficwriters are teenage girls - which, why is that always wielded as an insult? oh right, misogyny, carry on - a lot of us are, in fact, grown-ass adults of varying genders, some of whom also happen to write professionally in other contexts; like me, for instance. I’ve read fanfics that are unquestionably as good as, if not better than, many professionally published works I’ve read, some I’ve simply enjoyed or felt meh about, and others where I’ve mounted up on my Nopetopus and ridden off into the sunset after the first paragraph. It’s a grab bag, is what I’m saying, but if you think that’s an inherently different spectrum of enjoyment over quality than applies to any other medium, then I’d politely invite you to reconsider the matter.
- In conclusion: fanfic might not be your bag, but it has its own culture of editing, collaboration, publication, criticism and dissemination, its own conventions and subversions of same, its own extensive history and trope awareness, and, yes, its near-unique status as a medium invested in female sexual desire. That doesn’t mean there aren’t other things straight dudes can do to learn the mystical ways of What Women Want like, oh, say, talking to them, always bearing in mind that women are not a goddamn hivemind, but given that there are a frightening number of guys out there whose first or primary exposure to any type of porn is whatever degrading mainstream het they can scrouge up for free without virusing the hell out of their PCs, then yeah: I’m gonna go out on a fucking limb and suggest they maybe balance it out with some fanfic.
This might be the best summary of the power of fan fiction and its inherent lessons about women’s sexuality that I’ve ever seen.
And if you look to your left you’ll see a well written, well thought out piece “In Defence of Fanfiction”.
We’ve spent an hour discussing and reading about it and we still don’t know what exactly “pudding” means to British people
The explanations on this post all basically seem to amount to “nobody knows.” I mean I can wrap my head around it meaning “dessert,” or maybe “mushy things eaten with a spoon” but there seem to be exceptions of every combination.I mean, just so we’re clear, pudding has ONE definition in America:
It’s flavored, thickened milk. Period. It can come in any flavor but it’s all immediately recognizable, eaten with a spoon or as pie filling.
When both a cake and a d*** SAUSAGE can be called “pudding,” it’s time to give up and admit everything in the UK is pudding. The sky is pudding. The people are pudding. They drive their puddings to work at the pudding where they earn 11 puddings a pudding. Sometimes it puddings pudding on pudding and the pudding puddings, but that’s okay, pudding doesn’t mind because pudding p͙͉u̘͓̭̻̖͍͍d̹̕d͕̠͉̩i͚̳͕ṇ̨̟͍̗̤̺g̡ p̱̞̙̰̪ù̷̢̱̺ḏ͍̗̭d̪̯̹̻͇̻͘͢i̳̪̗͍n̥͈̠͚̗͠g̪̞̫͖̲̰͕̹̀͢ͅ p̦̙̪͖͍̦̩̰̪̣̦̣̀͘͟ù̷͈̤̼̠͙͍͕̙̯̖̘̦͡d̷͠҉̣͓̺̮̰̺̣̹̠̯͔̀͡ͅd̢̨̞̮̙͍̤̗̲̩͚̼̝̯̕i̸̳͇̹̠̯͚̹̱̫͔̻̭͢͞ͅn̷͚̼̩͈͙͚͇͡ģ̷̫͎̗̹̘͕͎́́̕
Looks like someones not pudding up with UK lingo anymore
The best part to me about all this is that I’m pretty sure that in the UK the food pictured above is called custard.
This is like when I was studying abroad in England and one day the exchange students all got in the queue for dinner. (Don’t even get me started on UK students and their queue hypocrisy.) At this point, we’d kind of gotten used to the food. I mean, it was tasteless, in huge portions, and consisted of really weird things like baked beans for breakfast, but whatever. It was interesting to see what the staff came up with, so we would wait for whoever was at the front to eye the menu and pass back the word. Of course, we were interested in dessert most of all, because sometimes they had this really yummy mandarin orange cheesecake that everyone went nuts over.
So image our disappointment and incredulity when the word came back. Jelly. They were giving us jelly for dessert. What the heck? Sure, there’s sugar in it, but c’mon. Jelly is meant to be slapped on a piece of bread with some peanut butter. It’s not dessert.
There was dissension in the ranks. This was the last straw. We put up with the baked beans, the weirdly powdery orange juice, the blandest curry known to man, the soured duck, but no one messes with our dessert!
I’m sure the Brits were completely baffled by our outrage, especially once it turned to hysterical glee when the second word from the front came back. JELLO! WE WERE HAVING JELLO FOR DESSERT OH HAPPY DAY!
The rest of the queue time was spent ferreting out the international jelly/jam/jello/preserves differences.
They’re going to try and kill him.
He’s probably already dead
BOOOOOST THIS
YOOOOO
seriously guys boost this
I don’t care if it looks ugly on your blogs THIS COULD POSSIBLY SAVE LIVES
Nigerians are about to save the world
Governments are gonna kill this guy.
his name is Maduike Ezeibe, a professor at the Michael Okpara University of Agriculture Umudike, Abia State. this is huge
a true fact about spiders is they can’t run for extended periods of time because they have asthma. all spiders are nerds. even tarantulas. have you ever seen a spider dating a hot babe? i doubt it. spider flashing his cash in the club? nope. spider pulling up beside you at the lights in a lamborghini? never happened. they’ve got so many eyes because they love reading. nerds. all of them.
this wins over other pro-gay commercials because you had no idea he was gay and then you can’t tell which one is his husband
they are showing them as people
not as gays and straights
fuckin love this commercial
can we just talk abotu the fact that the husbands arent even bringing the drinks over theyre just standing there next to the drinks and chatting
fuckin useless husbands
they are showing anyone can be useless. Even gay people
they are saying that it doesn’t matter if you are gay or straight. You can still be a useless person
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Confused Americans
I’ve gone through almost 24 years of life and I’ve never seen a crab eat until just now.
Such tiny mouthfuls in such big hands
this is the most polite eating ive seen.
Ok but imagine supernatural. But with drake and josh.
“This is the worst day ever.” “Why, cause we’re stuck in hell?” “No, because it’s a little humid- YES BECAUSE WERE STUCK IN HELL”
The senator is known as a Tea Party firebrand. What he’s not known as is a hidden geek who can’t get enough of “Candy Crush.” He tells The Daily Beast why he can’t have a console.
At the moment, Cruz is playing “Plants vs. Zombies,” a game where users collect sunlight points to feed plants who fight off waves of zombies; “Candy Crush,” the puzzle game where he claims he’s in the 217th level; and “The Creeps!,” a tower defense game.
fucking casual
bernie sanders does a successful dark souls speedrun on youtube in response and is immediately declared president with no election
this is why Ted Cruz lost the primary
BBQ
blease be quiet
