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Never forget that the side you don't like might one day have the power you gave the side you like.
A man walks into a bar and says "Ow!"
A man walks into a beam and says "My eyes!"
A man walks into a pole and says "Przepraszam."
Lemme look something up real quick……..
i would rather see the information for an event handwritten in sharpie on a paper towel than see another AI generated flyer
Saving this post to show my boss who I told the AI flier makes us look lazy and ignorant, and offered to hand draw one. She still printed tons of ai fliers and I'm tempted to make a better one just because it annoys me so much.
Fun update: event was canceled because literally nobody rsvp'd to the AI flier.
real talk why do so many fantasy universes think giant spiders are necessary
The sad part is there’s a decent chance a large proportion of them can be blamed on one spider.
The tarantula that bit JRR Tolkien as a child.
He swore he didn’t have a spider phobia and the experience had nothing to do with the man-eating giant spiders in The Hobbit, the even more giant and even more man-eating spider in Lord of the Rings, or the unholy eldritch spider from outside creation that plunged the world into darkness and made literal Satan scream like a little kid in the Silmarillion. Very few people believe him.
Given LotR’s influence in the fantasy genre, there is a high probability that tarantula is the progenitor of even more fictional spiders than Ungoliant was.
wow fuck that one tarantula
“fantasy universes have too many spiders” factoid actually just statistical error. Georgs Spider, who bit JRR Tolkein & is to blame for menacing over 10,000 fantasy universes, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
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I do
You're a jackass if you can but don't.
In British and Australian English, shopping carts are called trolleys.
This is a much more useful Trolley Problem than the stupid thought experiment.
My toxic trait is that if I find a product I like I want to keep using the same product forever. It's not even brand loyalty. It's called stop changing and discontinuing everything.
my aunt is watching some generic daytime tv talkshow and the hosts are very cheerfully going "yknow this AI thing isnt actually as cool as i thought it was- i keep noticing the google overview getting facts wrong! isnt that weird?" and its very funny watching regular middle aged people finally catch on. we did it lads it took long enough.
you ever have a piece of bread that’s so good you understand the plot of les miserables?
opposite energy from tasting turkish delights for the first time and wondering wtf was edmund on
The concept that married people live longer is interesting. I'm sure there is some merit to the idea that if you're married there is someone there to nag you about going to the doctor, but I think much larger factors are having the finances of dual incomes and access to an immediate support person.
Surgeries require having a designated person to look after you. Many injuries require driving to somewhere like an emergency room which can be hard to do if you are the one injured. If you're home with the flu, it's hard to tell when it's bad enough to go to the hospital without another person checking on you. And if you pass out it requires another person to find you like that to get medical aid.
You can prop it up as the benefits of marriage, but I think there's a much deeper discussion to be had about how we've built society around marriage as an inevitable conclusion and neglected to build support systems that function outside of romantic pairings.
One time in college I got super sick and didn't even have the energy to open a bottle of Gatorade. I legit sat in my dorm room crying because I couldn't open that bottle and it was the middle of the day so no one was around. And all I could think was "If I had a husband he could open this for me."
So thank you @mrtobenamedlater for being my designated Gatorade opener.
Been seeing this post around more and thinking about it.
Not that long ago—well under a century—we DID have support systems outside of marriage. Most adults lived close to their families of origin. You had relatively easy access to your parents and siblings. Speaking of siblings, you probably had 3-5 of them. Your parents were still married. You also had a local network of extended family. You likely attended church and were involved in other civic organizations. All of these foster support systems. Most people were married, and marriage is an important primary support, but it was far from the only one.
In 2026? You live hundreds or thousands of miles away from your parents. If you have siblings, you only have one or two, and they live hundreds or thousands of miles away too. Your parents are more likely to be divorced or never married. You are more likely to be estranged from at least one family member. You are less likely to be religious. There’s a not insignificant chance you work remotely and never see your coworkers in person. Third spaces increasingly don’t exist or only exist online. It’s become incredibly easy to live your entire life with no real human connection.
In this landscape, you have almost no option but for your spouse to be your sole support. And that’s if you’re lucky enough to find a spouse. When you do find a spouse, you both work full time which leaves less time for religious or civic or any engagement outside of your jobs.
We stopped getting married, stopped having children, started moving across the country or even the world to pursue employment, stopped going to church, stopped doing all the things that forced us to interact with other human beings who would eventually become our support networks. We didn’t neglect to build support systems outside of romantic partners. We HAD them, and we dismantled them, and now we have to live with the consequences.
There’s a college in my city that has a rumor that there’s a secret basement below the known basement that can only be accessed via some hidden stairs scattered around the school or by pressing a secret number sequence in some of the elevators. The staff at the school are super annoyed by this and have no idea where this rumor started.
But I know. I think it was me.
In my defense I never intended to start a rumor. Many years ago I worked as a cleaner at the school and one evening I had to transport one of those big floor washing machines from the basement to the second level via the elevator. When the doors opened a very confused looking man stood inside. He was one of those slicked back gym-bro IT guys and made no movement to get out. The elevator wouldn’t fit him, me and the machine so I asked “Where are you going? Up or down?”
He gave me a smug shit-eating grin and said “Down?” in a mocking tone.
It took me a second to realize that of course he wasn’t going down, we were in the basement, but his look and tone annoyed me so much I refused to admit I misspoke and instead said “Yeah, down. I don’t know if you’re going to the second basement”
His smile disappeared “There’s a second basement?”
“Yeah but it sounds like you don’t have access to it so I guess you’re going up? I’ll just wait”
I never thought of it as anything other than a funny story to tell about that time I got so annoyed with a guy that I invented an entire second basement, but it turns out he probably refused to believe a cleaner fooled him and the story spread.
My hat, if I wore hats, would be off to you.