he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Cosimo Galluzzi
Origami Around
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tumblr dot com
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Kaledo Art
if i look back, i am lost
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Misplaced Lens Cap
Today's Document
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
shark vs the universe
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creating a perfect little clone of my consciousness to live in the computer so I can live forever after I die, which is not a complicated ethical or existential quandary to me
oh I forgot to listen to that album first. I'll want that in my head in the digital afterlife [uploading the new clone over the old one and it starts screaming]
friend with me at a fur con bought these and said it’s meant to parse as a complete sentence
PARENT: I got "rubber duck" for my child's "bath" and she loves it.
AUTISM RESPONSE: Rubber ducks and other rubber bath toys can accumulate mold on the inside because of small holes underneath where moisture becomes trapped. The mold often goes unnoticed because it's not visible from the outside.
CORRECT RESPONSE(?): That's nice, I am unaware of how mold could impact this situation.
Customer: Forgot to put my orange juice on the conveyer belt.
PENDING RESPONSE: That particular brand is currently being sued for sanitation issues in its factory the next town over
IMPORTANT NOTIFICATION⚠️: A grocery store cashier is supposed to successfully sell items to "customer"
I need to stop jokingly calling people changing to be ‘normal’ as ‘detransitioning’ because I just said “did you see guy fieri detransitioned” to a friend who didn’t know about me doing that in a joke way
Fallout 3 power armor mechanic and his duplicitous twin brother who says the word "uncivilized" too much.
person-first racism
Oh God please don't let English calque the German "Migrationshintergrund." One of the most awkward euphemisms ever to get on the treadmill.
can anyone recommend The Lighthouse to me?
can anyone recommend The Lighthouse to me again?
A little less conversation and a little more touch my body
Please stop using bugs to control reality
you are evil because you are weak
Basically this is the best way to watch star trek
i had to make it real
I remember as a kid the nearby small town had a "computer expert" who had a full storefront and office. If someone bricked their computer or it loaded with viruses he'd factory reset it for them and try to get it working again. He'd also buy, refurbish, rest, and resell old computers. But the main thing he advertised was if people brought him a computer and a list of programs they wanted installed on it he'd get them all set up. Flat rate of like 20 bucks.
Didn't realize until I was older and like, looking back on some of the tech stuff my mom needed help with and knew more about how software is priced that he was pirating it. Guy had a whole business set up where people who didn't know how computers worked would pay him 20 bucks to install Microsoft Office on their laptop because it was cheaper than buying it in the store and they didn't want to be bothered with figuring out how to install programs even if they could afford them normally. Like that guy was practically printing money well into the early 2000s. Very good hustle. Only small business owner I respect.
the worst most horrible awful part about using tumblr as a trans woman is that there is truly nowhere else to go. this space is extremely murderously hostile to us, and yet everywhere else is somehow worse. i literally cannot stress enough how dire this shit is.
I highly recommend watching this testimony from Aliya Rahman, the disabled woman who was dragged out of her car and kidnapped by ICE on her way to a doctor appointment in Minneapolis a few weeks ago.
Truly my worst nightmare.
Transcript of Aliya Rahman's speech:
Thank you members, for taking the time to be here today, and thank you staff for making this happen.
My name is Aliya Rahman, and I am a resident of South Minneapolis. I am a Bangladeshi American born in Northern Wisconsin. And I’m a disabled person with autism and a traumatic brain injury.
Not all autistic brains do this, but mine fixates on sounds, numbers, and patterns. And while what the world saw happen to me exactly three weeks ago today on video was a terrible violation it is still nothing compared to the horrific practices I saw inside the Whipple center.
So I am here today with a duty to the people who have not had the privilege of coming home, and I offer this data because these practices must end now.
On January 13th on the way to my 39th appointment at Hennepin County’s traumatic brain injury center, I encountered a traffic jam caused by ICE vehicles and no signs indicating how to get around it. I had not wanted to pull in to a blocked, chaotic intersection, but verbally agreed to do so and rolled down my window after an agent yelled, “Move! I will break your f-ing window!”
His first instruction.
Agents on all sides of my vehicle yelled conflicting threats and instructions that I could not process while watching for pedestrians.
Then, the glass of the passenger side window flew across my face.
I yelled, “I’m disabled!” at the hands grabbing at me and an agent said, “Too late.”
I felt immersed in a pattern, and I thought of Jenoah Donald, an autistic black man killed by the police during a traffic stop in 2021.
I remembered mister Silverio Villegas González, who was killed by ICE in his vehicle last year.
An agent pulled a large combat knife in front of my face, which I thought was for cutting me, and later learned was used to cut off my seat belt. Shooting pain went through my head, neck, and wrists when I hit the ground face first and people leaned on my back.
I felt the pattern, and I thought of mister George Floyd, who was killed four blocks away.
I was carried face down through the street by my cuffed arms and legs while yelling that I had a brain injury and was disabled. I now cannot lift my arms normally.
I was never asked for ID.
Never told I was under arrest.
Never read my rights.
And never charged with a crime.
Approaching the Whipple center, I saw black and brown bodies shackled together, chained together, being marched by yelling agents outdoors. I continued to hear the word “bodies”, because that is how agents referred to us:
“We’re bringing in a body.”
“They’re bringing in bodies 7, 8 at a time, where do I put ‘em?”
“We can’t use that room, there’s already a body in there.”
You have no reason to believe you will make it out alive if you’re already being called a body.
Agents repeatedly had to stop and ask how to do tasks. I received no medical screening, phone call, or access to a lawyer. I was denied a communication navigator when my speech began to slur. Agents laughed as I tried to immobilize my own neck. I asked for my cane and was told no, pulled up by my arms and prodded forward in leg irons by agents laughing and saying, “Walk! You can do it, walk.”
Agents did not know if the facility had a wheelchair.
When I was finally placed in one to be taken to interrogation an agent taunted, “You were driving, right? So your legs do work.”
I pleaded for emergency medical care for over an hour after my vision had become blurry, my heart rate went through the roof, and the pain in my neck and head became unbearable.
It was denied.
When I became unable to speak my cellmate pleaded for me.
The last sounds I remember before I blacked out on the cell floor were my cellmate banging on the door, pleading for a medic, and a voice outside saying, “We don’t wanna step on ICE’s toes.”
When I opened my eyes at Hennepin County’s emergency room, I learned I was brought there to be treated for assault.
The impacts of DHS detention on my physical, mental and financial well-being and safety have been very severe, but I do not deserve more humane treatment than anyone else, US citizen or not. And I am here today with a strong spirit and a duty to the many people who haven’t had the privilege to tell their stories or see their loved ones come home. I am extremely distressed by the pattern that violence from law enforcement has been happening to black and indigenous communities for centuries, and to DHS survivors for over 20 years.
We call ourselves a civilized nation, but we lack rules and accountability around what a person claiming to be law enforcement is permitted to do to another human being.
I am not afraid, and I’m not afraid to keep working on this problem even after ICE is gone. Thank you for your time.
The sheer resistance in certain circles to the idea that most big-name D&D podcasts are at least partially scripted is perplexing to me because, like, look at the fucking production values. Yeah, it was cool when the party leader biffed that last-ditch Diplomacy check to prevent a battle no-one wanted, but when the GM proceeded to wheel out $1800 worth of Dwarven Forge terrain and a custom 3D-printed minifig for their reluctant foe, it's crystal clear there was no way that fight wasn't happening.
Exercise a little reading comprehension, folks. This post isn't saying "D&D liveplay podcasts are 100% scripted". It's remarking on the tendency of certain D&D liveplay fans to get tetchy about the idea that they contain any scripted elements at all. Whether your home game also contains planned scenes isn't relevant.
Under oath, officers said they were told to make eight arrests a day and given special tech to help choose ‘targets’
