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mickey mouse advocates for the violent overthrow of governmental institutions this december
[Image is a screenshot of a Facebook update from Disney, whose profile picture is of Mickey Mouse, sharing a video from the official Star Wars page. The update itself reads "This December, hope lies in rebellion."]
[image is a remixed three-panel dilbert comic about Harsh Noise Wally. Panel 1 shows the pointy-haired label boss entering Wally’s cubicle area. Wally says “because Harsh Noise Wall no longer works for me, I came up with a new genre: nothingcore.” Panel 2 zooms in on the conversation slightly, Wally continues: “The project webpage is blank. If you click on it, a player pops up that moves but nothing plays. Physical media comes with no packaging and no sounds.” In Panel 3 the the pointy-haired label boss asks “why would anyone buy something so obviously devoid of substance?” Wally sips from his mug and says “I'll give you a minute to think about that”.
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what your favorite classic rock band says about you
the doors: “i really enjoy carnivals and leather pants”
led zeppelin: “i spend a lot of time keeping my long hair from getting split ends and i like to yell”
the who: “i either own, or desire to own, a pinball machine”
the velvet underground: “i’m gay and love pain”
heart: “i am either someone’s mom or just wear mom jeans”
journey: “i don’t believe in love but i want it anyway”
the rolling stones: “i would probably fuck a heated up bagel and i love sin”
the beatles: “i would eat sandpaper if i could say it was better than listening to the radio”
eagles: “i enjoy pretending i am a retired man in a hammock”
fleetwood mac: “i own two tambourines and would wear a silk robe in public”
pink floyd: “i’m dead inside”
the beach boys: “i can’t stop buying hawaiian shirts and wearing sandals to work”
queen: “i manifest emotions as opera music”
Sit in the mud and do a little scream. There’s nothing wrong with that
[a little brown frog is sitting waist deep at the edge of a murky forest pond. He puffs up his vocal sac and makes a very loud scream. A big orange frog carrying another orange frog and another brown frog come to see what’s going on, but the first frog swims hurriedly away as though embarrassed, and then starts squealing a little further along the pond]
Kentucky Fried Clown
no its chicken.
chicken fried clown
you’re telling me a chicken fried this clown?
lachlan-truth-seeker submitted to toadschooled:
My D&D campaign has Mogogols in it so I made Moontoad an NPC
This is the greatest day of my life
[image is of an exotic and poisonous-looking red toad with black markings and a white front, sitting in some kind of pale green tuber plant and looking to camera, with its scaly arm resting on the rim of the plant, as though leaning on a shop counter. Someone has overlaid a translucent black RPG video game style dialogue box with a metallic border which reads “Welcome to my SHOP traveller... would you like to > BROWSE > SELL > COMPLIMENT > EXIT”]
The Illustrated Book of Manners: A Manual of Good Behavior and Polite Accomplishments, 1866
[Image is a black and white illustration from a book, of a Victorian woman with dark hair trying on a Victorian men’s formal military outfit, along with her friend in a light formal ball gown, both of which I am hardly qualified to describe. The accompanying text from the book reads: “If a woman fancies that she looks better or feels better in men's clothes, there is no reason why she may not indulge in so harmless a fancy. It is done freely and frequently on the continent of Europe.”]
I really need everyone to see me throwing a piece of bread into a bears mouth.
I actually have never been more proud of anything in my life and WILL reblog this every day until I die.
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talented bear
The loop is so musical. Go doop deep (ooo) doop doop dmp tchik tsss heeeeellllll yeah [video is of a woman at a nature reserve frisbee flinging a piece of brown bread at a fully grown brown bear out of her car window, it spins wildly and arcs straight toward the bear and he snaps it up whole in midair]
I just want everyone to know that this bit is exactly what being 24 feels like
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THIS IS SO IMPORTANT
Reblogging because I care about you guys
Important
Rohypnol has an INCREDIBLY salty taste to it. It’s disgusting. And it also isn’t a drug that acts immediately! The minute you notice the salty taste, you have about 5-10 minutes to get somewhere safe or call an ambulance, and it CAN be fought if you’re aware of it. It will make you woozy, it will make you so dizzy you can’t stand upright, it will certainly make you unable to walk properly, but if you struggle to remain conscious you can get about 20 extra minutes of consciousness from the drug before it will knock you out completely. If you’re in a public place, and the person who drugged you is trying to take you somewhere private, start. a. fight. Insist as LOUDLY and as VIOLENTLY as you can that you refuse to go anywhere with them. Odds are they’re trying to make as little of a scene as possible as they drag you away, and if you’re putting up a fight and very clearly ‘drunk’, eyes will turn on them and they’ll either need to let you go, or cause a serious scene, which they don’t want. Don’t just act like you’re just protesting being taken home, though. Fight like your life depends on it even if they aren’t assaulting you. Cause. A. Scene. That’s the last thing they want.
Everyone should reblog this!
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Reblog to save a life
Not BTS but this is so so so important everyone should know this
Reblog to help but also gave me langst ideas
Reblog. Save a life
A few comments on some important as shit stuff:
That thing about drowning: this is called Dry Drowning or Secondary Drowning. Water and hyperventilation make your throat swell up, and the referred stress shuts down your lungs because they’re getting a signal to operate with less incoming oxygen. Then you get edema in your lungs as the fluid in your body rushes in to correct the pressure problem. Basically your body kills itself trying to survive. Chipper, no?
Rohypnol: Absolutely start a fight. GET ARRESTED. A cop that gets called on you is 1000 times less likely to be a predator (than if they sought you out) than whoever dosed you. We have an impulse to not make a scene and feel embarrassment but if you think for a second that you’ve been roofied, throw a fucking fit. Scream “THERE WAS SOMETHING IN MY DRINK” as loud as you can and ask specific people BY NAME to help you.
People have a tendency to feel like “somebody else will step in” when there’s a crowd, which is often where roofies are found. Ask someone by name loudly because you are not only telling that one person you need their help but frankly you’re telling everyone who hears you ask that if you get dragged out of there drugged that THIS PERSON dropped the ball.
Okay, it’s official. I’ve found my favourite historical anecdote of all time.
So in ancient Rome they had this tradition where they had to consult the gods and check they had divine approval before they went into battle. They did this by bringing forth a flock of sacred chickens and throwing grain at them. Their behaviour would then determine whether or not the gods were on your side. If the hens didn’t eat or wouldn’t leave their cage, it was a Bad Omen and you had to postpone battle and ask again the next day. If the chickens ate happily it was a Good Omen and you could go and chop up some Gauls or Carthaginians or whoever you happened to be fighting.
Now, there are lots of little stories about these chickens, but I just found one I hadn’t seen before. In 137 BC, the consul C. Hostilius Mancinus tried to take auspices before battle, but:
pulli cavea emissi in proximam silvam fugerunt summaque diligentia quaesiti reperiri nequiverunt
the chickens once released from their cage fled into a nearby wood and even though they were sought with the greatest diligence, they could not be recovered.
Can you fucking believe that. Can you actually believe that happened. The Romans have a reputation for being so stern and sensible and stoic and that happened. Like… everyone’s ready for battle, so you turn to your assistant and say “BRING FORTH THE CHICKENS” and you throw down the grain and open up their cage and the chickens just. run. they fucking run. those tiny velociraptor bastards abscond screaming into the woods like there’s no tomorrow. Blinking in disbelief, you send soldiers into the woods to recover them but those feathered bandits are gone. Vanished. The gods have deserted you. You’re beating bushes and following the sounds of triumphant clucks. The soldiers are frantic. The chickens are gone.
He lost the battle. It was a Bad Omen.
That sounds like the ultimate Bad Omen like at that point you go home and start drawing up an armistice bc the gods told you to go fuck yourself with chickens
That’s… pretty much what happened. The chicken omen, along with a few other Bad Omens, resulted in:
infelici pugna, turpi foedere, deditione funesta
“a lost battle, a shameful peace treaty, and a calamitous handover.”
so yeah, he lost the battle and had to go home and sign an embarrassing peace treaty that the Romans complained about years later, and when they talk about him they curse him for his praecipitem audaciam - “reckless audacity” - and vesana perseverantia “insane obstinacy” because NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU’D LISTENED TO THE CHICKENS AND POSTPONED BATTLE LIKE THEY TOLD YOU.
I just… wanna remind people that asexuality was classed as a mental disorder by the DSM all the way up until 2013…. Because I feel like people don’t know this or like to ignore it because it doesn’t fit into their “asexual people don’t face discrimination” rhetoric.
Asexuality was only removed from the DSM in 2013. Please, know this and remember it.
asexuality is STILL in the DSM they still have a disorder that’s literally the definition of asexuality called “hypoactive sexual desire disorder” which is what they’ve always classified asexuality as. they just added a clause that said “if the patient IDs as ace it’s fine” but it’s not like the general population knows what asexuality is and people want to complain about how visibility is such a high priority for us jesus christ
thats a very good point. i knew about that distinction, but it bears repeating for people that see this post and arent aware of it
And that’s why we need the queer community to be like ‘no really we exist and it isn’t hurtful it’s quite fine they belong here with us, the other queers, who were just de-pathologized.’
*bang gavel*
I was going to college and grad school when the fight over this diagnosis being included in the DSM-V was going on.
If I remember correctly, the big push to keep it in the DSM came from the pharmaceutical companies who need this diagnosis to exist so that they can market a drug they are currently working on to treat “female sexual interest/arousal disorder”.
This diagnosis is so fucked up. It not only pathologizes Asexuals, it also pathologizes non-asexual women for having less interest in sex than men. This disorder literally used to be called “Frigidity” and feminist psychologists had to fight like hell to get the DSM to clarify that simply having a lower sex drive than one’s husband was not sufficient for a diagnosis.
The APA throws in that little disclaimer about being a “self-identified asexual” and the diagnostic criteria of distress, but they did the same thing before they removed homosexuality from the DSM.
A lot of people think that psychologists stopped considering homosexuality a disorder in the 1970s, but that’s not entirely true. They kept it in the DSM with a slightly changed name and a criteria that the person experience distress about being gay. This was used to justify “reparative therapy” for decades.
This diagnosis is just one part of the APA’s long history of pathologizing human sexuality, especially women’s sexuality. Women who deviate even slightly from the prescribed amount of sexual interest will find themselves labeled as either borderline or frigid.
Continued reminder that asexuality is still only listed in the desk version of DSM-V, and that many countries either use the ICD or an outdated version of the DSM.
One of my closest friends was taking off of his anti-depressants and HRT because of his asexuality, since they assumed it was just the medicine affecting his libido rather than it just being his identity, and now his doctor is refusing to let him transition or take medicine he needs for his depression. Because they think asexuality is mental sickness.
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It’s time to bring an end to the Rape Anthem Masquerading As Christmas Carol
Hi there! Former English nerd/teacher here. Also a big fan of jazz of the 30s and 40s.
So. Here’s the thing. Given a cursory glance and applying today’s worldview to the song, yes, you’re right, it absolutely *sounds* like a rape anthem.
BUT! Let’s look closer!
“Hey what’s in this drink” was a stock joke at the time, and the punchline was invariably that there’s actually pretty much nothing in the drink, not even a significant amount of alcohol.
See, this woman is staying late, unchaperoned, at a dude’s house. In the 1940’s, that’s the kind of thing Good Girls aren’t supposed to do — and she wants people to think she’s a good girl. The woman in the song says outright, multiple times, that what other people will think of her staying is what she’s really concerned about: “the neighbors might think,” “my maiden aunt’s mind is vicious,” “there’s bound to be talk tomorrow.” But she’s having a really good time, and she wants to stay, and so she is excusing her uncharacteristically bold behavior (either to the guy or to herself) by blaming it on the drink — unaware that the drink is actually really weak, maybe not even alcoholic at all. That’s the joke. That is the standard joke that’s going on when a woman in media from the early-to-mid 20th century says “hey, what’s in this drink?” It is not a joke about how she’s drunk and about to be raped. It’s a joke about how she’s perfectly sober and about to have awesome consensual sex and use the drink for plausible deniability because she’s living in a society where women aren’t supposed to have sexual agency.
Basically, the song only makes sense in the context of a society in which women are expected to reject men’s advances whether they actually want to or not, and therefore it’s normal and expected for a lady’s gentleman companion to pressure her despite her protests, because he knows she would have to say that whether or not she meant it, and if she really wants to stay she won’t be able to justify doing so unless he offers her an excuse other than “I’m staying because I want to.” (That’s the main theme of the man’s lines in the song, suggesting excuses she can use when people ask later why she spent the night at his house: it was so cold out, there were no cabs available, he simply insisted because he was concerned about my safety in such awful weather, it was perfectly innocent and definitely not about sex at all!) In this particular case, he’s pretty clearly right, because the woman has a voice, and she’s using it to give all the culturally-understood signals that she actually does want to stay but can’t say so. She states explicitly that she’s resisting because she’s supposed to, not because she wants to: “I ought to say no no no…” She states explicitly that she’s just putting up a token resistance so she’ll be able to claim later that she did what’s expected of a decent woman in this situation: “at least I’m gonna say that I tried.” And at the end of the song they’re singing together, in harmony, because they’re both on the same page and they have been all along.
So it’s not actually a song about rape - in fact it’s a song about a woman finding a way to exercise sexual agency in a patriarchal society designed to stop her from doing so. But it’s also, at the same time, one of the best illustrations of rape culture that pop culture has ever produced. It’s a song about a society where women aren’t allowed to say yes…which happens to mean it’s also a society where women don’t have a clear and unambiguous way to say no.
remember loves: context is everything. and personal opinion matters. If you still find this song to be a problem, that’s fine. But please don’t make it into something it’s not because it’s been stripped of cultural context.
This is actually really interesting. I’ve never known a lot of the background to this song.
People seriously thought it was about rape?
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People horrifically fucking up facts about evolution and genetics too support their stupid beliefs or to seem smart and “rational” is probably one of my big pet peeves
Yeah. An enormous number of racists, misogynists, homophobes and transphobes I’ve met eventually whip out something about evolutionary biology and they never, ever, ever, ever have the slightest shadow of even a half-right idea what any of it means or ever cite a claim ever actually made by a scientific study.
Here’s a quick handy reference list or anyone who isn’t sure:
Homosexuality does exist in almost all social species.
“Alpha males” are not a real phenomenon and in fact the most aggressive males tend to be the least reproductively successful.
“Survival of the fittest” simply means that the success of a species hinges on how well it “fits” its environment. It does not mean that stronger or smarter individuals are supposed to succeed. Those things can even be a detriment in nature by wasting too many resources.
“Race” is not a biological concept. Someone who looks different from you has the same human genes, just a different grab-bag of dominant traits.
Evolution is not a march towards higher complexity, more intelligence or even more adaptability. It’s just a fluctuation of characteristics dictated by environmental pressures and mutation. A slime mold isn’t “less evolved” than a hawk, just adapted for success under different parameters.
People didn’t evolve “from apes.” It’s more complicated than that. We are a category of ape, sharing a common ancestor with the other apes.
No human on Earth is “closer” to an evolutionary ancestor than any other. We all descended from the same one.
Neanderthals were also a “sibling” species of ours. We didn’t evolve from them.
Some of us did, however, cross-breed with Neandethal man. It is exclusively non-African races, such as white people, who still carry hybrid human/Neanderthal genes. Whoops, sorry “white purity” skinheads, you’re actually mixed with a whole other species.
Just had to reblog this because I am honestly so tired of people claiming that Africans are “less evolved” than everyone else
My addition to the above list:
Epigenetics does not have anything at all to do with genetic memories. It is a thing that affects characteristics like health risks, and this speculation floating around about how phobias could be related to some ancestral trauma is complete and utter nonsense.
It’s only a matter of time before such a claim is used as another pseudoscientific tool in the arsenal of people claiming that bloodlines have anything to do with the validity of one’s worship of European pantheons. “My ancestors were Swedish, and because of epigenetics I have genetic memories passed down from those ancestors, so therefore my connection with the gods is better than yours!”
Just, no. Stop. STOP.
gonna also chime in here:
saying the “male brain” works one way and the “female brain” works another way is ludicrous. for so many reasons, even beyond the obvious of imposing that tired old either/or mentality with regards to maleness and femaleness
occasionally you will read about how a study suggests that “men are naturally better at spacial reasoning” or “women are naturally better at cooperation”, but for one thing, given how early the brain wires itself and how easy it is to influence the wiring (like, disturbingly easy), and given the tremendous social expectations we face from pretty much the moment we leave the freaking womb, it’s impossible to study gender differences in a vacuum.
like, do your findings prove that “women are better at reading faces”, or do they prove that, when you are part of a group that has been socialized since birth to be “nice”, to take care of other people, and to above all avoid making folks angry, you damn well have to learn how to read the room, and read it fast.
also, the “left brain, right brain” thing is bunk. there are not, like emotion-driven people and logic-driven people. everybody is primarily emotional. that circuitry is older and reacts much faster, and this is why nobody is immune from sometimes making wildly irrational decisions.
I have had to deal with people in the past who almost religiously subscribed to the male brain/female brain thing and would constantly point out any little thing that confirmed their bias. It was fucking insufferable. It was patently clear they were ignoring the exceptions outnumbering their rules to go on insisting their traditionalist view has never been wrong.
This deserves reblogging every time
