I hate driving because you have to do everything perfectly as fast as possible or everyone around you will announce their displeasure with airhorns

oh and if you mess up you die and kill a bunch of people at the same time

LITERALLY like disarming a bomb except there’s a peanut gallery watching you and they’ve each got an airhorn and also another bomb

I don’t know who decided it would be OK to allow me to pilot one of these steel death-capsules when I can barely walk and smoke a cigarette simultaneously, but I hope they do not end up regretting it as much as I inevitably will.

when two musicians sing into the same microphone and lean in very close to each other… like omg are you guys gonna kiss now to relieve the homoerotic tension?😳

THIS IS NOT ABOUT ONE DIRECTION I DON’T KNOW WHO THIS “HARRY” PERSON IS GO WATCH BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN AND CLARENCE CLEMONS KISS ON STAGE RIGHT NOW

op is the only valid person i’ve ever met. everyone else needs to come to the light

Okay, but this is really important: Bruce Springsteen occupied this really weird place in music history. His songs were all from this pessimistic, nihilistic view of an America that had let him down:

Just like the anti-Vietnam War protest songs that we associate with the 1960s, or the early nihilism that spawned punk music in the 1970s. But he didn’t *sound* like a punk anarchist; he sounded like a country rock singer. When he released Born in the U.S.A. people completely misinterpreted (or possibly ignored) the lyrics in favor of the tone of the music.

Politicians used his music to promote their ‘Murica Yes! brand, and he had to literally explain that that was not what he was about. He’s over here asking when we’re going to have jobs and heathcare, not stanning the politicians who weren’t helping the people.

It was also kind of a big deal that he had an integrated band, because even as late as the 1980s music was still kind of segregated and MTV was straight up racist. They refused to play and promote black artists and then claimed that were no black artists in the first place. Michael Jackson’s record company had to threaten a boycott of their white artists to get MTV to play his Thriller video.

Plus, the first black/white interracial kiss on TV was in 1968 (OG Star Trek). Also it took us until the 70s to get sympathetic gay characters on screen, and the 90s to get gay characters to kiss onscreen. And all of those firsts were met with outrage.

So keep that in mind when you see Bruce Springsteen not just playing with an interracial band, but engaging in an interracial, gay kiss on stage repeatedly.

Passages from American Popular Music by Larry Starr and Christopher Waterman

I used to think that Bruce and Clarence kissing onstage was exuberance, showmanship, and telling racist homophobes to fuck off. Like, they picked up a certain kind of audience and went “Racist homophobes? Not in our house!” And started the kissing then but then I actually looked it up and

https://www.gq.com/story/this-fucked-me-up-bruce-springsteen-singing-about-clarence-clemons

It wasn’t about showmanship or rejecting bigots or anything it was just. Damn right that was one of the loves of his life and damn right he was going to kiss him onstage

It gets me a little that Bruce has had a divorce, that he’s been married twice, but he loved Clarence for the rest of Clarence’s life and will presumably love him the rest of his own

I’m having some emotions about it!

Not just! I love you pure and deep and true but! I am going to love you like that in front of the whole damn world!

We have fewer narratives about taking risks and making statements for platonic love rather than romantic and supposedly it would be easier to downplay this onstage than romance and! They refused! They fucking refused! In front of hundreds of thousands of people, over the course of years! In the spotlight, in word and deed, I love you!

God I’m not okay about it

Now I’m mad that this is not among any of the things I was ever told about this artist.

I knew about this in general (& via all those fabulous photos), but this just adds even more beautiful context <3

Just to add to the pile: this was the cover of Springsteen’s break-through album Born to Run, in 1975:

I mean, will you LOOK at this:

This was the pic chosen for the album cover from an extensive photoshoot, too. A few others:

There’s a lot more online if you search. They’re all pretty amazing. But the photographer is right, the one chosen for the album cover just pops.

”So which of you is The Boss and which of you is The Big Man?”

Actively hate the discourse against 24/7 places like I get where you're coming from but in my ideal world a lot of shit would be 24/7 just with more shifts and better pay because plenty of people prefer to work nights or have to be out at weird hours to get basic necessities for one reason or another and acting like necessary services keeping to almost a 9-5 operating hours and having multiple days closed ignores people sometimes do need things immediately and it's not all some lazy selfish desire and isn't inherently harmful to the employees

I spent 13 hours in the ER yesterday with a myasthenia gravis flare, and was famished when I finally got to go home at 2 AM. The 24 hour McDonald’s across the street from the hospital was an absolute godsend. Blessings and mercy and a pay raise for all the shift workers both in and outside the hospital.

As a person with delayed sleep phase disorder the idea of an 8-5 world is pure hell to me.  Not only do I have to work those shitty hours, I have to do my personal business too?

Shift work doesn’t have to be hell.  Let everything be 24/7 just let people who prefer to work nights be the ones to do it.

nights are softer on the elderly and ppl with disabilities -- roads are emptier and safer, sounds and light are muted (ish, don't @ me, cities) -- buildings significantly less crowded and easier to navigate. the SUN isn't blinding or overheating you. hell yeah man let's.

Oh man, I love the night shift. I’m barely functional until about noon, anyway; the sort of liminality of the night shift makes me feel good, and driving at night is way less scary. There is something comforting about places that never close.

One of the most important things I have learned today..

Hey, can y’all rb this if it’s okay to send you messages asking about your ocs, cause on god I wanna interact with y’all but I am terrified of being annoying lol

Same

Feeling cute might go on an adventure later idk

YOU HAVE MY BOW xoxoxo

im saying this everyday

does anyone else get mischievous joy out of being nice sometimes? like “Haha, I knew you were going to be hungry so I got you your favorite food so I can surprise you with it being ready when you get here GOT YOU”

#YES!! #its like. it feels like scheming #but love scheming… #the scheme is i want u to be happy (via @calmdownthehawk)

this is my main strategy with co-workers especially, and some regular customers. Do they feel misunderstood, invalidated, insufficiently appreciated? It’s not hard to counteract that. Are they a martyr to their own efficiency? Come in a little earlier, so they can take a break. Leave a little later, so they’re not driving themselves into the ground. Compliments, small gifts, attentive listening. If they’re generally cranky or bad-tempered, it’s even more fun to watch them try to figure out why they suddenly don’t want to be an asshole to you. Drives them crazy. But yeah. The Scheme is I Want You to Be Happy.

scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~

scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife

Tell me how you got your scars in the tags

Full Video: Riekko mukana hiihtoreissulla, Tolkuton Willow ptarmigan included in ski trip

For the love of god, PLEASE UNMUTE!!!

ptarmigan: [in a deep, croaking voice] awow awow awow awow awow awow awow. awow. awow. awow… awow… bup bup bup bup bup bup. pow. pow. pow.

Eyebrows,,,,,,,,,,,,,…….

I deeply appreciate the wild turkeys that populate Brokeass Mt but I would love some of these chatty bois in the front yard too

like to charge reblog to make airbnb die faster

as a person who has cleaned airbnbs, I assure you that 200 dollars is barely adequate. Although you do get to keep any abandoned liquor.

Humans are unstoppable...Until they aren’t.

I’m not the most eloquent writer, but I’ve had this idea kicking around for a while and figured I’d put it out into the universe.

A lot of the basis for the “humans are space orcs” stuff is the idea that we’re pretty durable compared to many species, yeah? When it comes to physical trauma, we can bounce back from most things that don’t kill us outright, especially given the benefit of hypothetical space-age technology, and adrenaline is one heck of a drug when it comes to functioning under stress. 

But that doesn’t make us unkillable, and even though we can survive debilitating injuries and not die from shock, it doesn’t mean it’s fun. Dying of shock sucks, but at least it’s probably quick.

So - Imagine a ship, adrift in space, slowly being drawn into a star or something. In order to save the ship, someone has to repair the hyper-quantum-relay-majig on the hull or in the engine or whatever. Bit of a problem though- there’s a ton of deadly, deadly radiation (Wrath of Khan style) or poisonous fumes or, I dunno, electrical current, between the crew and the repair. Like, enough to kill most species instantly, so the crew is just like, ‘welp, guess we’ll die then’. But then.

BUT THEN

They ask the human. Because everyone’s heard the stories - you’re basically unkillable, right? Could you survive long enough in there to fix it? And their human goes real quiet for a second, but still says ‘Yeah, I could fix it’. And the rest of the crew is like, ‘Whaaaaaa, it won’t kill you?’ and the human repeats “I can fix it” (which isn’t an answer, but no one catches that, not yet at least), so they send ‘em in. And the human fixes it, they come back, the ship flies to safety, and the crew is thrilled to survive. If the human is a little quiet, well, they’re entitled after pulling off a miracle. Everyone else is just excited to get to the nearest station’s bar to tell their very own human story, cuz, ‘those crazy humans, amiright?’.

The good mood keeps up until the human is late for their next shift. At first it’s just faint unease, but- but they earned a bit of a lie-in, right? No reason to begrudge them some extra rest, even if it is a little weird for them to oversleep. They’ll be fine. Humans are always fine. 

(Right?)

(…Wrong.)

- What is… help. Help!-

- ake up! You have t-

- been days. You need sleep, you-

- nother transfusion. We could-

- out of sedatives!-

A week later, the crew finally reaches the station. They stumble into the bar, haggard and haunted. And over the next months and years a new rumor about humans starts to make its way through space. A rumor unlike any before.

‘Be careful with your humans’ it whispers. ‘Their strength is not always a blessing. Be sure they don’t do something they can’t come back from, because when a human dies… they die slowly.’

The thing is, humans can be tricky. And if they’re sufficiently pack-bonded with a ship’s crew? And that crew is in danger? They’ll willingly offer themselves up to make sure the crew survives.

They won’t tell their crewmates that whatever danger it is will just kill them slowly, that they can endure the exposure but not the long-term effects.

But the idea that humans can be fragile? Can die later from exposure to radiation or toxins or electricity or even smoke inhalation?

It seems preposterous!

There are too many stories about humans surviving all sorts of conditions that would kill their other crewmates. A human dying slowly, later, lingering and in agony? It’s a creepy story but of course it’s not true.

But then… another crew shares their own story. Their human volunteered to go into the danger zone to fix what needed to be fixed. Or maybe she had to retrieve a critical component or resource. And she lingered. Wasted away. Later the human doctors told their medical team there was nothing they could do but make sure she was comfortable, ease her pain before the end.

And yet another crew, whose human plunged through smoke and ash to make sure his crew could escape. He choked and coughed and couldn’t get enough air. Their medical commander performed an autopsy and found his lungs and throat and sinuses all coated in black soot and blackened mucus and red blood.

So the stories spread. Just because they don’t die of shock, just because they don’t die right away doesn’t mean it won’t kill them. They linger in agony or unconscious or waste away slowly.

But what’s most horrifying of all?

When other humans hear the stories from the traumatized crewmembers?

They aren’t surprised or horrified.

They say “Of course”

They say “I would have done the same”

They say “it was the Right Thing to do”

And they’ll smile (what the crew’s human would have called a sad smile) and toast to the dead. For making “The ultimate sacrifice for the folks they loved” and every human listening will say the name and drink a shot of liquor.

One day the crew gathers in their human’s hospital room. The crew mate had not been through any of those terrible situation they heard of but here he was, tired, pale and thining.

“We call it cancer” the human doctor said. “It can be caused by radiation or fumes or other toxic chemicals but sometimes it happens out of nowhere, some forms might be caused by the humans DNA… we studied it for centuries and, I have to admit, we don’t know everything about it yet.

Your friend here has a lung cancer. No predisposition, no smoking and yet. It’s inoperable but we are treating him with chemo and radiotherapy.”

“Chemo? Radiotherapy?” The crew was overjoyed at the news “So you have cures for those illnesses! How long before he can come back on board?”

But the ship’s captain was still worried. He heard of those cancers, how deadly it was, how long the treatment could take, and how some of them never made it. He asked “Why is it that so much human dies of those cancers when you have a cure ?”

The human doctor shook his head.

“It’s more complicated than you think. It works by exposing the patient to doses of chemicals or radiations that the cancerous cells are sensitive too. We try to make it as precise as possible but the human body suffers from it too, which is why your friend is balding and gets easily tired.

It’s a matter of the treatment killing the cancer before it weakens the patient too much. Sometimes the cancer win. Sometimes it dies but a few cells remained and it comes back months or years after. We can’t predict it beforehand. This is why we call it the King of all diseases.”

“Well, no one TOLD us their genetics predispose them to altruism even to non-kinship groups! Update the damn handbook!”

99% of all murders committed by women in ancient greek plays are completely justified

Clytemnestra: crack? Is it crack you smoke?

It’s not like Kassandra didn’t warn him, either. Jeez.

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

IT’S SWEET FAT OF THE HOG TUESDAY!!

SOOOOO-EEEEE!

does anyone else do a thing when reading...pretty much anything, fanfiction, online articles, webnovels, published fiction - where periodically you'll kind of go "oh I don't like that wording, rephrase" or "that sentence structure is awkward, here, let me fix that for you" and like. mentally edit it in your head. and not even, like, in a critical way, exactly, just kind of "hmm I would have used a different word here. and now I will" and mentally overriding what's actually on the page?

like, I'm reading something right now that had the phrase "maul open to swallow a prey" and my brain looked at that and went "whoops you mean *maw open to swallow prey" and then moved on relatively seamlessly as though that was now what it did, in fact, say. but it isn't.

have no idea if I'm making any sense. maybe everybody does this. it just sometimes makes reading a weird experience for me when I notice it happening

I do this with my pet peeve words to make shit readable (discrete and discreet!! Ack)

I do this. I also verbally correct television, radio, and podcasts, which is a disgusting habit that should never be practiced in public. Unless correcting things is your job and then I guess it is excusable.