Strange haunted photo where Winifred looks like she's a painting
I have placed her in a more fitting setting
For the first time in my tenure on tumblr, it's "THAT'S A PHOTOGRAPH?" and not "THAT'S AN OIL PAINTING?"
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Strange haunted photo where Winifred looks like she's a painting
I have placed her in a more fitting setting
For the first time in my tenure on tumblr, it's "THAT'S A PHOTOGRAPH?" and not "THAT'S AN OIL PAINTING?"
ffs ....
Additions from my husband: Bakers wear loafers and Zookeepers wear Crocs
Excellent additions.
Angels wear wingtips.
A lumberjack wears Timberlands.
Ice skaters wear slippers
Addition from my mom: delivery drivers wear vans
VERY good addition!
Achilles wears heels.
how is this post from this decade and not like 2012
people getting mad at ao3 for rightfully being firmly against censorship and allowing dark fics that depict taboo subjects in explicit details to be on their platform is so funny to me because ao3 was created specifically to be a fuck you to capitalism and censorship. the point of ao3 is that itâs a place to host and archive any fanwork, which includes fanwork about taboo topics that are not allowed on other platforms like wattpad or fanfiction.net
the whole point of ao3 is that itâs a safe space for all fics, and that includes fics about taboo subjects
ao3 has always been firmly against censorship since the day it was created, thatâs why itâs run by fans, for fans, on fansâ donations, why itâs a nonprofit organization, thatâs also why it has no ads or algorithms or any of those capitalism bullshit
if you have a problem with that, go to fanfiction.net or wattpad. no one forces you to stay in the house made specifically for the (affectionate) freaks
When you've got a tboy over your knee for a spanking and you feel his little tdick twitch against your leg as he takes his punishment. And you just know his cunt is getting wetter and wetter, pulsing with need as he whines and squirms in pain and desperation... Anyways, how are yall doing?
You guys hate nuance
lonely alpha trucker who picks up a pretty omega hitchhiker yes yes do you see the vision
he spots this pretty boy walking along the highway and pulls over, leaning out the window to shout out, "ya need a ride, sugar?" the tension between them is obvious as soon as pretty boy climbs into the truck, blushing at the distinct scent of alpha permeating the cab, like leather and tobacco and peppermint.
they keep up casual conversation until nighttime falls, trucker offering to share his sleeper since the seats are very uncomfortable to sleep on. pretty boy snuggles in, gasping as rough hands grip his hips and pull his ass back against the hard ridge of trucker's cock. he can't help his whimper of "alpha", pulling a groan from the older man behind him.
moments later his cunt is split open on fat alpha cock, trucker pushing his legs down into a mating press and pounding relentlessly into his tight heat. pretty boy's moans and cries mingle with trucker's grunts and groans, a symphony of pleasure filling the small sleeper cab.
"such a gorgeous little knotsleeve," trucker growls as he picks up the pace, groping at pretty boy's tits. "gonna- fuck, gonna bust, baby..."
"knot me, knot me, gimme your knot, please," pretty boy begs between his noises, crying out as trucker grunts and finally shoves his fat knot inside his cunt. he trembles apart, cumming on trucker's knot with a sharp cry, squirting harshly as his hole clenches tight.
i'm too tired for more but hhhhh you see the vision
Tdick is so rad. Iâm multiclassing my shit down there. I unlocked frotting and I can still get fingered. Fuck yeah dude.
Every time I see this quote I realize how poor even very smart people are at looking at the long game and at assessing these things in context.
One of my favourite illustrations of this was in a First Aid class. The instructor was a working paramedic. He asked, âWho here knows the stats on CPR? What percentage of people are saved by CPR outside a hospital?â
I happen to know but Iâm trying not to be a TOTAL know it all in this class so I wait. And people guess 50% and he says, âLower,â and 20% and so forth and eventually I sort of half put up my hand and I guess I had The Face because he eventually looked at me and said, âYou know, donât you.â
âMy momâs a doc,â I said. He gave me a âso say itâ gesture and I said, âFour to ten percent depending on your sources.â
Everyone else looked surprised and horrified.
And the paramedic said, âWeâre gonna talk a bit about some details of those figures* but first I want to talk about just this: when do you do CPR?â
The class dutifully replies: when someone is unconscious, not breathing, and has no pulse.
âWhat do we call someone who is unconscious, not breathing, and has no pulse?â
The class tries to figure out what the trick question is so I jump over the long pause and say, âA corpse.â
âRight,â says the paramedic. âSomeone who isnât breathing and has no heartbeat is dead. So what Iâm telling you is that with this technique you have a 4-10% chance of raising the dead.â
So no, artists did not stop the Vietnam War from happening with the sheer Power of Art. The forces driving that military intervention were huge, had generations of momentum and are actually pretty damn complicated.
But if you think the mass rejection of the war was as meaningless as a soufflé - well.
Try sitting here for ten seconds and imagining where weâd be if the entire intellectual and artistic drive of the culture had been FOR the war. If everyone thought it was a GREAT IDEA.
What the whole world would look like.
Four-to-ten percent means that ninety to ninety-six percent of the time - more than nine times out of ten - CPR will do nothing, but that one time youâll be in the company of someone worshipped as an incarnate god.
If you think the artists and performers attacking and showing up people like Donald Trump is meaningless try imagining a version of the world wherein they werenât there.
(*if youâre curious: those stats count EVERY reported case of CPR, while the effectiveness of it is extremely time-related. With those who have had continuous CPR from the SECOND they went down, the number is actually above 80%. It drops hugely every 30 seconds from then on. When you count ALL cases you count cases where the person has already been down several minutes but a bystander still starts CPR, which affects the stats)
That Vonnegut quote brings this particular moment to mind:
Yes, itâs just a pie. Yes, the pie itself doesnât do much direct damage in the grand scheme of things. But the pie is resistance, and resistance inspires resistance. Resistance inspires survival. Throwing pies sometimes starts a movement. Throwing pies sometimes saves lives.
And of course, we havenât spoken about the inherent morality of throwing pies at oppressors in a world where oppressors have outlawed pie throwing. At the very least, pie throwing is a reminder to the oppressors that no matter how much money they have, no matter how much power they have, there are still some people, some moments they canât control.
Iâd rather go out throwing pies than just rolling over and accepting that pie throwing isnât going to solve anything. Yeah, the pie throwing doesnât immediately solve the problem, but it doesnât have to because itâs just a starting point. So throw the damn pie.
So throw the damn pie
Honestly one of the main reasons to assume Luigi Mangione was framed by the NYPD is that the UHC shooter not only had no reason to carry around a manifesto, he had no reason to even write a manifesto. He said his piece loud and clear with the bullet casings and the monopoly money. Everyone understood it and the shooter knew that would be the case.
Gentle reminder that they almost definitely planted evidence on Luigi and arrested him to distract from the fact that the real UHC shooter got away with killing a billionaire. One of us successfully killed a billionaire and one of us could successfully do it again
(edit: Thompson was a millionaire but my point still stands billionaires and millionaires who make money through killing thousands gotta go)
Gender Queer: A Memoir
Maia Kobabe
In 2014, Maia Kobabe, who uses e/em/eir pronouns, thought that a comic of reading statistics would be the last autobiographical comic e would ever write. At the time, it was the only thing e felt comfortable with strangers knowing about em. Now, Gender Queer is here. Maia's intensely cathartic autobiography charts eir journey of self-identity, which includes the mortification and confusion of adolescent crushes, grappling with how to come out to family and society, bonding with friends over erotic gay fanfiction, and facing the trauma and fundamental violation of pap smears. Started as a way to explain to eir family what it means to be nonbinary and asexual, Gender Queer is more than a personal story: it is a useful and touching guide on gender identity--what it means and how to think about it--for advocates, friends, and humans everywhere.
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It bears repeating:
Luigi Mangione is innocent.
He's innocent by law until proven guilty. He's to be treated as innocent by everyone, including leftists. Celebrating him for the killing of Beian Thompson is still associating him with a murder he has not committed.
And even if he is found guilty by law, doesn't mean he did it. The US has a long history of convicting people for murder (sometimes getting the death penalty) on very shaky evidence if any, obviosly forced confessions and lying cops. Additionally juries are selected towards the verdict the prosecutions wants. Jury nullification is not going to happen. Neither the police nor the court are to be trusted.
Luigi Mangione is innocent. Legally and ethically.
Introduce a law to legally protect the right of those aged 18 and over to transition using NHS services. This should specifically cover phys
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Sick and tired of these posts targetted towards transmascs that talk about edging as if it's girly, talking about how burying your fingers in your cunt or vigorously rubbing your clit is feminine.
It's not, not at all, in fact I'd argue edging is gender affirming. Edging makes you more of a man â„ïž
I've been in so many gross pervy nsfw discord servers full to the brim with cis guys, and you know what they love to do? Edge! They edge their brains away to their favorite content constantly, it's adorably pathetic! They brag about going days and days without cumming until they get to the point they don't even want to cum anymore, they just want to edge forever and ever!
So be a good boy and edge yourself, good slutty boys edge and edge and edge! It doesn't make you less of a man, in fact it makes you more of one! Edge your cunt until your brain melts away and all you can think about is sex and pleasure, it's gender affirming â„ïž cure your dysphoria by edging like a real man
Pain makes us who we are, so does happiness.