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If I remember my pop culture version of history correctly I think the guillotine is meant to come out after this part
fun fact, food is in fact a right in the UN’s Universal Declaration of Human Rights (art 25, adequate standard of living)
I’ve lost my headphones sometime in the night. Not in my sheets unless I’ve missed them (sometimes I sleep with them on)…maybe I put them on the sofa?
Where r u, beloveds? The world is too loud.
Nvm I found them.
I’ve lost my headphones sometime in the night. Not in my sheets unless I’ve missed them (sometimes I sleep with them on)…maybe I put them on the sofa?
Where r u, beloveds? The world is too loud.
Ninth Doctor story where the TARDIS lands in Ankh-Morpork and gets clamped by the City Watch. With the proviso that Sam Vimes is also played by Christopher Eccleston.
I'm trying to analyse the pic and.. I'm sorry... But what the hell is going on between that man and that horse?
The man is standing next to the horse. He is holding its bridle.
Here’s a clearer picture of the sculpture (without Crowley’s sunglasses):
Fuck that post going around saying "you can have coffee in your story without justifying it :) you don't need to explain everything :)" I want, no, I DEMAND a fully researched ethnobotanical paper on every single food item in your work, if you don't explain to me where did potatoes come from in your fantasy setting or don't explain how the industry of coffee works over interstellar distances with full detail you are doing things wrong and I personally hate you and I hate your stupid story, fuck you
Why are your stupid little wizards and knights eating potato stew in your dumb European middle ages fantasy world. Where did they get potatoes from. Where is the center of domestication of potatoes, do you have a fantasy Andean civilization? What are the social and economic consequences of having such a calorie rich crop in cold climates. I don't care about "themes" or "enemies to lovers with found family", I didn't ask about that. Where does your idiot space captain gets their shitty coffee from. Is it imported from Earth? Are there coffee growing worlds? Is it an alien species replacement with the same name? What are the social consequences of that? Don't try to change the subject, I'll stop pointing the gun when I want, I'm trying to have a conversation here,
gold in them there tags
The core tenet of Stupidism is that everyone is really hecking stupid.
The core values of Stupidism are
liberté égalité bicuriosité
how could this post be from two days ago when it is so clearly something i would have written under tasteful fanart of enjolras and grantaire going at it circa 2015
whenever i see a noir detective in the rain i’m like yeah man… that’s exactly where you’re supposed to be
Noir detectives are actually meant to be stressed, it’s their natural state. A Noir detective with nothing to be stressed about, will quickly revert to a more highly stressed state than normal.
Noir detectives require stress to be healthy, that’s why it’s a good idea to make sure that an Inside Detective has access to regular difficult and alarming cases to solve and also a shower they can stand in (fully clothed or not) to agonize, since they can’t go out in the rain. Don’t be alarmed if they bang their little fists on the tile and howl, that’s a normal part of the display. If they sit on the floor and cry, though, they may be overstimulated and need some hard alcohol and a nap to help them settle down.
It can be difficult, but if you have a friend with a Femme Fatale, arranging a (supervised) playdate can be enriching to both of them.
it’s important to allow your Noir Detective to bundle your Femme Fatale into an airplane at night at least once a year, as it provides them both with a rare excuse to let themselves openly cry for emotional catharsis and clear out vestigial tear ducts, which are dangerous to clean at home. in particularly difficult cases where neither has cried for years, artificial rain may be required to provide some cover (and will also provide a humidity boost, an underlooked but important part of trenchcoat health). Be sure to provide your Noir Detective with additional replacement trenchcoats after airplane enrichment, as the Femme Fatale will probably steal his to line her nest.
Okay so the thing about this is Barbie is essentially a goddess, right? A goddess of femininity and womanhood and in many ways humanity in and of itself. An idealized realization of what humans can be.
But Bugs. He's something more fundamental than that. More primordial than that. He's what existed before the gods. Before Capital G God. He is chaos, the void from which God initially arose one day fully formed and omnipotent.
At the end of time when all returns to naught, there will still be, as there had always been, Bugs.
i was gonna say it Does have a tail thats what the cord is thats why its called a mouse!!!! and then i remembered most mouses are cordless now and got fucked up bc IT IS A HAMSTER and now immfucked up bc like. technology has advanced so must thay mice have changed species
it matters to me that you all know i was wizard high when i wrote that
My partner and I have a running joke with a friend. Every time he goes on holiday we increase the quantity of beans in his flat.
The first time we bought ~30 cans of kidney beans and hid them around the house like some Easter egg hunt thing but with beans.
The Second time we bought ~6kg dried white beans and hid those in various places. Nearly every receptacle that could safely hold beans became the home of beans. My personal favourite was emptying an oat milk carton, very carefully washing and drying it, filling it with beans and then just putting it back among several other cartons.
He went on holiday again a couple of weeks ago. Obviously there is an expectation of bean-based shenanigans. And obviously we have to beat our previous efforts.
Our friend has (had) a mosaic on his wall of the famous Marilyn Monroe Pop-Art by Andy Warhol. He made the mosaic himself. Over the last couple of weeks we have spent hours and hours assembling a frame, drawing up a pattern and gridding out a 70 x 70 frame and gluing an untold amount of beans to it. I have spent over 21 hours gluing beans to a frames.
For the last couple of days I ended up going to bed at 5:00 am because I lost track of time whilst experimenting with which types of glue works best with different beans (I now have *opinions* on this, y’all). The day of our friend’s return we spent the morning and afternoon grouting the piece and wiping it down and wiping it down again and wiping it down again because grout is just like that. In the evening we went to install the mosaic, just a few hours before his return. Here’s a comparison between the original and our clearly superior replication, and the new piece installed in its rightful place.
It took him over a day to notice. So for over a day he was wandering round his house knowing there were beans somewhere, but not knowing where.
jon plushie that says "good lord" when you squeeze it, but with each squeeze there is a 1/200 chance of it instead playing twenty four minutes of uninterrupted violent sobbing
spreading the word that this is no longer a TMA-specific post. if you believe this fits your little guy named Jon then congratulations, it is about him. rejoice in the tears of sad little men.
