The Least Intimidating bakery in the village has closed for good so now I’ve got to go to the Intimidating Bakery, it’s awful. If you don’t have a PhD in being French I don’t recommend going to that bakery, here’s the humiliating account of the 3 times I’ve visited it so far:

Sometimes, you just need a hug (whether you realize it or not)

If you’ve seen Stargate Atlantis, you may recognize this scene. I just had to draw it with Quinlan and Obi-wan. It was too perfect.

Potential for the funniest thing ever to happen

I've never watched a single episode of spn but I've been thinking about the implications of being stuck inside a meme

alright so during into the spider-verse's introduction to peter b. parker, we see his wedding, and he stomps on the wine glass right? this is a jewish wedding tradition, which makes this version of peter parker jewish (further confirmed in interviews -- however, i believe this is enough by itself). it's a nice nod to the jewish roots of the character.

we get to see a bunch of peter parkers throughout the spider-verse films, and none of them have any explicit religious associations like peter b. parker. except for one!

here we have gwen stacy's peter parker and aunt may, from earth-65, saying grace over a meal. from my understanding, this is generally a christian practice -- in judaism, we prefer to say short prayers before eating, and save the long, in-depth ones for afterwards. so to me, this was a clear example of the character being coded as christian. i was a little disappointed that they didn't make peter parker jewish here too, but since across the spider-verse discusses variants and the differences between instances of the same person between different universes, i interpreted this as a continued commentary on peter parker's ethnicity -- although he was initially jewish-coded and one of his two creators, stan lee, is jewish, this is often erased, especially in more modern interpretations of the character.

and then i remembered that this peter parker also literally turns into the lizard.

and y'know what? good call on that one guys.

Don't worry, You can trust me with the city budget, just let me in there. Come on, just let me have the budget. I will totally not gut the police budget to build a centralized mass transit network and new libraries. I will definitely not do that, just let me in there please. Come on let me have access to the city budget for 5 minutes. That's all I ask.

@pscentral event 16: pride colors ↳ Keeley Jones + bisexual colors

a late night debate!! (prints)

who on the ds9 writing team was like yeah let’s have mirror worf pull mirror garak around on a leash and collar. who made that decision

“how is peppermint patty a lesbian if she has a crush on charlie brown” like you don’t know any lesbians who are obsessed with some weird sad little guy

...a silly goose? 🏳️‍🌈🪿

New comic! (link)

This week I am very happy to present a collaboration comic with my friend Chrissie, who has been generous in sharing with me her experiences of gender dynamics in a technical field, and then helping me craft them into a comic narrative.

Whenever I see Chrissie’s work I’m always impressed at the cool, creative things she does. When we were discussing this comic, she told me: “I find men persistently try to direct me lots now too, which is probably the biggest problem I consistently run into”, and my feelings around that fact are a terrible and familiar blend of frustration, sadness, and lack of surprise.

When we talk about the differences in how men and women are treated professionally, especially in technical fields, we are often dismissed with ‘everyone has to deal with that’, or ‘women need to demonstrate more confidence with their skills’, or ‘they’re just trying to be helpful’, or ‘it’s all in your head’.

It’s frustrating when we know something like this is happening, but we spend so much of our time actually trying to get people to believe that it’s a real phenomenon. I find narratives like Chrissie’s validating in that she has a comparative set of experiences and is like ‘oh yeah, people totally think I’m less competent at my job now. it’s totally a thing’.  So, can guys just believe us already and get on helping it not happen?

I work as a vet tech at an exotics clinic, since transitioning to male i get AT LEAST half as many questions as i use to from clients. Our older male clients specifically who could spend 15 min grilling me about the info i was giving them, dont give me shit anymore!!! I tell them their bird has x going on and the treatment is y/z, and theyre like “okay, thank you sir”

Intead of the “well, did the DOCTOR say that? I want his opinion.” Kind of shit

Maybe I’m too autistic for that, but I literally cannot grasp what the fuck must be going on in the heads of people who use services of a professional, THEN start doubting their qualifications/thinking that they know more about this field, and yet still fucking proceed to use said services.

Like, if your prejudices make you see other people as incapable of performing their work, maybe have the courtesy to Fuck Right Off?

How is Jadzia so adorable?

Y'know, I've been thinking a lot about Disco Elysium and its portrayal of alcoholism. Over the years, I've often joked that alcoholic blackouts turn you into a detective of your own life, both victim and perpetrator.

Here's an example: let's say you're investigating THE CASE OF YOUR MISSING WALLET. You return to the scene of the crime (no joy at the club's lost and found); search for clues (your card's most recent transactions are all for double vodka lemonades, which you vaguely remember ordering but, honestly, everything's a bit of a blur after drink #11); interrogate any witnesses ("well, you kind of disappeared for a bit, so we left and found you virtually passed out on the sidewalk" [...] "yeah, then so-and-so took you home in an Uber to make sure you got back safe and didn't, like, die in your sleep or anything"); and, finally, weigh up all available evidence (you likely dropped your wallet or had it stolen while you were lying unconscious in the street -- either way, it's probably gone for good now. nice one, dickhead.) Case solved! Now it's time to do damage control (laugh it off, laugh it off, laugh it off), downplay the whole thing and make your apologies ("I'm so, so sorry you had to deal with that, it won't happen again, I swear!*") *it will, you're not fooling anybody these days

At its surface, Disco Elysium is a murder mystery RPG. However, the murder investigation quickly becomes secondary to the *real* mystery of Harry du Bois (that's you, the player character). In the game's opening scene, you emerge hungover from a three-day bender to find, not only are you an actual goddamn detective in charge of a murder investigation, this is no ordinary drunken blackout you're dealing with but total retrograde amnesia. So, who is Harry, why is he like this, and what exactly precipitated his epic meltdown?

Early on, you're tasked with tracking down your badge and your gun, which involves speaking to potential witnesses and retracing (what can be inferred of) your steps the previous weekend. Even if you focus all your efforts on police work, per Kim's single-minded professionalism, most leads end up revealing far more about Harry and his past than the murdered man or any potential suspects. And although Harry had nothing to do with the murder he's been called on to investigate, you (as Harry) can speculate about your alibi and even accuse yourself of the crime.

The way the game forces you to work backwards and piece together the few precious shards of memory you can salvage from wreckage of your life really struck a chord with me as a (newly recovering) alcoholic. During my first play-through (at which time I was categorically Not in recovery), I didn't disclose the full extent of Harry's memory loss to Kim until Day 5. I guess by then it was such a familiar routine -- the drinking, forgetting, making panicked attempts to save face (hey, look, Harry can deflect with humour as well!) -- that I slipped all too easily into my old M.O. Honestly, it's kind of darkly funny to reflect that a lot of actions and dialogue choices in Disco Elysium were written because it's the Alcoholism Game™, created by a bunch of self-professed alcoholics, and not because they're the real life default for most players.

Tacking more thoughts onto this because apparently it's Emotional About Disco Elysium hours...

I'm hardly the first person to point this out, but it makes me so crazy that "find booze and drink it" is one of the first tasks you gain upon waking up and it never. goes. away.

You can play Harry sober from Day 1, but the task will remain in your journal throughout the game as a nagging reminder, an unchecked item on the to-do list. It's also one of the easiest tasks to complete (I mean, you have to actively *try* not to), while promising a sweet +35 XP reward (for context, finding the bullet and determining the hanged man's real cause of death only grants you +30 XP).

There's something deliberately unsatisfying about choosing not to complete a task in a game where so much hinges on completing tasks and pursuing different side quests. And you can pass up each opportunity to drink, but there'll *always* be another temptation on its heels, another chance to tick that box:

if you imagine this isnt about basketball then this headline depicts an intriguing development in a factional war to decide the fate of our world

Jordan Poole is the fantasy protagonist of 75% of fantasy novels who is weak and bullied for not keeping up with the other boys in war training and discovers he has Secret Magic Powers and must develop them to save the world against the Great Evil

FOR ME BABAYYYYYYY

Dang I need to find more fanfics where Michael and Helen are being the Jessie and James of the Magnus Archives universe

ignore the poorly edited sky, I tried.

based off this

Clark being like “well what if moved the Earth” in justice league doom is the funniest thing ever because you can literally see Bruce have a minor stroke under his cowl, take a breath, and then say “if I had a week, I couldn’t list all the reasons why that’s a terrible idea,” between gritted teeth

you know he went home to Alfred right after that, flopped facedown on his bed, and said “you won’t believe what Superman said today.”

poor Bruce. this is earth’s most powerful defender, a man who probably skipped high school physics and thinks nudging the earth out of orbit “for just a quick second” isn’t “a big deal, Bruce”