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Sniffing the spiked bracelets someone gave me to tell if they're real leather with a coating or just plastic all the way through like a truffle hog for faggotry
Easy way to tell if something is real leather or not:
If you sniff it and it's plasticky then it's plastic
If you sniff it and it makes your dick hard it's leather
Happy pride
Seraphim slip dress by Dark in love
i love when people get so online that they start talking about how you shouldnt call yourself a pervert if youre only into normie shit like petplay and erotic hypnosis
does anybody else remember that reality show where they gaslit a bunch of americans into thinking they were competing to marry prince harry but it was really just some guy
Today, I would like to commemorate an event which has laid a very profound impact on the internet.
Ten years ago on this day (06/08/09), a forum website called SomethingAwful held a photoshop contest titled âcreate paranormal imagesâ. The contest would require participants to edit ordinary photographs into creepy-looking images, and then try to pass them off as authentic photos on other paranormal forums.
Two days later, on June 10th, a user by the name Victor Surge would find this thread, and become inspired. He submitted the two pictures above, featuring a tall, faceless monster which would stalk children, who would then disappear. He called his monster âthe Slender Manâ. After this initial post, Surge and others would expand on the character and the story, creating one of the internetâs most famous monsters. The Slender Man proved to be popular enough to spread to other websites, with 4chan, Deviantart, and TV Tropes all having their own Slender-Mania. On June 20th of that same year, another user on the SomethingAwful forums found the Slender Man, and also wanted to contribute. Noticing nobody had made any videos yet of the monster, he sat down with some of his friends and planned out a video webseries involving a former college film student discovering and unravelling the mysteries surrounding Slender Man; this would become Marble Hornets, one of the first horror-themed ARGâs of the internet.
That all happened ten years ago. Ten years of haunting the darkest corners of the internet, and Slender Man has built up a surprisingly dense resume, for a fictional monster. Several popular webseries, a couple hit games, at least two movies, even inspiring other characters in seperate series like the Silence in Dr Who and the Enderman in Minecraft. And all this within a ten-year period.
I think this just attests to how much humans can be inspired by an idea. From a small handful of edited photographs, we collectively constructed a new monster which lurks in our nightmares, and now it almost seems as natural as the horror mythos he was based on. For better or worse, the Slender Man seems to be here to stay. Happy Birthday, Slendy! Hereâs to hoping you continue to be both terrifying and terrific!
HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY SLENDERMAN
Happy Birthday King
Just to be clear, slender man is studied extensively in folklore and social media communications. This was an insanely important event
so. I sent an email to the worlds foremost porcupine expert because i had a question for the fic im planning for a fandom event
and less than two hours later i got a response
all this to say: scientists are awesome and i think itâs nice to email them with questions about their field
I cannot stress enough how much i hoped for, but did not expect, a reply
I wanted to know if there was a specific year it was discovered that porcupines do not shoot their quills
I couldnât find anything about it online, so I searched up porcupine experts and sent of an email with the subject line being âAn Enquiry About A Common Porcupine Mythâ
And in less than two hours, this sweet, 87 year old porcupine expert answered with more detail that i could have even hoped for
âThe very first scientific study of the porcupine was made by Michael Sarrazin, Physician to the King at Quebec, and correspondent of the Royal Academy of Sciences at Paris. His study was dated 1727, and he conclusively disproved the idea. He also studied other aspects of porcupine anatomy, gestation, longevity, taxonomy, and was correct on every point considered. No true scientist since has believe the myth.â -Dr. Uldis Roze giving me A SPECIFIC YEAR!!!!! I DIDNT THINK I WOULD BE ABLE TO FIND A SPECIFIC YEAR!!!! my fic is going to involve this and be so accurate (or at least, accurate to some extent)
Currently listening to a podcast episode he appeared on
Porcupines are so cool
I highly recommend that everyone listen to that podcast episode if you can
DOCTOR ULDIS ROZE HAD A FEMALE PORCUPINE UNDER OBSERVATION FOR 21 YEARS
AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE NAMED HER?
HE NAMED HER SQUIRREL
SQUIRREL!
I knew this man was full of whimsy
<3
HE NAMED THE PORCUPINE SQUIRREL!!!
my new irl blorbo is this old man who loves his lil spiky bears and names them after other animals
Oh my gods!! Youâve heard about him!!!! This is very exciting to me /gen
A silly holiday story time:
At thanksgiving one year my family had all gathered at my nanaâs house for the family meal. My family are⌠not cooks. In more recent years Iâve had to warn my betrothed to lower their expectations of what weâre going to be fed. They hear the menu and think, well that sounds okay only to eat the blandest most poorly cooked food to ever shame our ancestors.
But the year in question I was still but a teenager and had not yet learned better food existed. I knew next to nothing about cooking, nor did my nana, so I was vaguely puzzled when she volunteered to cook a turkey.
It was good fortune really that I was in the kitchen when she came to check on it. I watched quietly while she opened the oven and made a sound of disgust at the juices surrounding the bird in its pan. She opened the oven door wider. She looked from the oven to her trash can. She looked back in the oven.
âAre you- uh- are you thinking to pour that juice in the trash?â
âYeah! Itâs gross, Iâm just trying to figure out how.â
I, with my mere seventeen years of life experience looked at my fully grown wizened grandparent in bafflement. âIf you pour that in the trash itâs going to melt through the bag, and also probably through the trash can itself? Itâs really hot?â
She looked surprised to hear this basic law of thermodynamics, looking at the bubbling well of turkey fat as if seeing it for the first time. She then turned back to me, a child who had never learned to cook, âWell what am I supposed to do with it?â
âI think you leave it there? And-â
What I said next was cobbled together from television, pop culture, and American teens fixation on the hilarity of the tool for sex jokes-
âI think you baste it? Thereâs like a thing you get the juice in to squirt back on the top?â
She made a thoughtful hmm and closed the oven again, wandering back into the living room. I took a moment to imagine the alternate timeline where my family cleaned burning hot fat and melted plastic off the floor.
By and by our underwhelming dinner was completed and we tucked in. My mom keeps chickens so as we finished our food we put all our scraps into a big bowl that was going to the birds. We filled it with dry under seasoned turkey, stuffing, unfinished mashed potatoes, half eaten dinner rolls, etc.
As we were all lounging in contented fullness my brother finally arrived. Being older he had the luxury of showing up to family events hours late. He greeted everyone and went to fix himself a plate. He came out of the kitchen carrying the metal bowl of scraps, delightedly mowing through it.
My mom looked up and started laughing and we all turned to follow suit.
âWhat?â he asked.
âThatâs the bowl for the chickens! Why did you pick that instead of making a plate?â
âThis had everything!â he protested, showing us the conglomeration of every component of dinner all mixed up in one bowl.
He sat down and finished the whole massive bowl, unbothered by eating scraps, and the family watched in fascination. His only comment at the end was, âThat was great! Turkey was a little dry.â
in case anyone hasnât heard: BarkBox has apparently chosen to cease all advertising for their pride kits, stating that they want to avoid âmaking a political statementâ, and that it would go against âensuring our marketing remains inclusive and welcoming to everyone in our communityâ. they also compared it to promoting a MAGA-themed box đŹ so yeah, great time to cancel your BarkBox subscription if you have one
goin for the funniest guy ever award (Â´Îľď˝ )âĄ
Transcript:
Iâm signing part of what Iâm saying tonight because while we were making the movie, we all became more aware of the problems of the handicapped. Over 14 million people are deaf. They are the invisible handicapped, and canât share this evening, so this is my way of acknowledging them.
A little more historyâŚ
Closed captioning was developed in 1979 (the National Captioning Institute was founded on January 30, 1979), and in 1982, they wanted a big event to debut live closed captioning. For the event they chose the 1982 Academy Awardsâlikely because of this acceptance speech. The company that did closed captioning was housed in Washington, D.C., so they sent someone to LA to oversee the live closed captioning. That employee was Marc Okrand. While working at the Oscars Okrand met someone who was working at Paramount on the new Star Trek movie. They needed help with the Vulcan, and Marc said he could help, as he had a Ph.D. in linguistics. They remembered him when they started working on the next Star Trek.
In other words, this acceptance speech is at least partially responsible for the creation of the Klingon language.
couldnât have said it better myself.
Not me distinctly remembering that DLDR was originally meant for GAY ships because homophobia in the 2000s was so bad that gay fics would get mass flamed if you didnât put that disclaimer.
One of my roommates is from China and neither of us speaks the otherâs language but lately when sheâs in a chatty mood she comes into our kitchen and shows me these douyin Matt Damon x Ben Affleck RPF videos and puts her theories about how Ben has been pining for Matt into google translate for me to read. fujoing out transcends language barriers
this is so charming to me. doomed boston yaoi
an update
Urban Design Lab posted these great pics of an architect's life before CAD ...
architects laying on their drafts, kicking their feet up and twirling their hair...
war criminal pussy got me acting unwise
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