cult: you must not eat pineapples after 8am you: thats really stupid cult: wow i cant believe you care about eating pineapples after 8am THAT much lol.. mr pineapple over here.. lol you will literally die on this hill? lmoa? is there a name for this type of “attempted insanity transferal”
This exact conversation happens every time someone questions a language taboo.
Many such cases...
we should globally ban the introduction of more powerful computer hardware for 10-20 years, not as an AI safety thing (though we could frame it as that), but to force programmers to optimize their shit better
We should force them to run all their stuff on 2010 hardware.
Say what you will about the politics of A Song of Ice and Fire, 'a feudal army marching through the countryside doesn't become any less horrific, abuse-filled and starvation-causing for the local peasantry just because they're the Good Guys' is really a point that like 90% of epic fantasy that's trying have any sort of serious/coherent morality could stand to learn.
Years ago a friend of mine had said he thought the Brienne chapters in Crowfeast (which I had referred to as "Brienne looks at sad peasants") were bad/boring/pointless.
But I couldn't have disagreed more! Brienne looking at sad peasants was basically the whole point of the book! All the horrible things done by both armies...
The books wouldn't be about war being bad, if they didn't have characters looking at sad peasants! They'd just be about nobles getting inconvenienced by their rivals! (Inconvenienced sometimes means killed.)
“A daffodil bulb will divide and redivide endlessly. That’s why, like the peony, it is one of the few flowers you can find around abandoned farmhouses, still blooming and increasing in numbers fifty years after the farmer and his wife have moved to heaven, or the other place, Boca Raton. If you dig up a clump when no one is nearby and there is no danger of being shot, you’ll find that there are scores of little bulbs in each clump, the progeny of a dozen or so planted by the farmer’s wife in 1942. If you take these home, separate them, and plant them in your own yard, within a couple of years, you’ll have a hundred daffodils for the mere price of a trespassing fine or imprisonment or both. I had this adventure once, and I consider it one of the great cheap thrills of my gardening career. I am not advocating trespassing, especially on my property, but there is no law against having a shovel in the trunk of your car.”
I clicked the link because I enjoyed this quote and was not disappointed
Marry you a woman who will think about your dick while gardening...
Doing the Tumblr version of search engine optimization by putting words with the trans-prefix in the first sentence. Sorry that your brain has been wired to start paying attention to a post as soon as you read “transnational” but now I’m going to make you read about interest rates
...There are people who don't like reading about interest rates?
Just imagining two boys getting a room together in the skeeziest cheapest motel they could find, sitting next to eachother on the cum stained bed, turning on the CRT, nervously quivering in front of the warm glow, and playing some low latency Smash Bros.
i love the beautiful tyranny of glass and concrete. crush the feeble bones of naturalism under your heel you mighty, you godlike-terrible giants!
I feel this, but I also like the revenge aspect of tree roots creepres and moss overtaking concrete and glass. The idea that straight lines and perfect symmetries can, in the long run, be defeated.
why you gotta pit two bad bitches against each other
They're eternally at war; that's kind of their thing.
perhaps the worst problems are those for which the solution is obvious but unpalatable, so you’re stuck knowing you should do it, unable to bring yourself to do it, and resenting yourself for not doing it.
Then doing it, then resenting yourself for not doing it sooner!
You're a narc if you tell me not to eat a quarter-pound of cheese for breakfast.
But none of you would do that; you're all sensible little bloggers who agree that a quarter-pound of cheese (and a quarter-stick of butter) is the right way to start the day.
favorite art trick: using csp poses meant for women on men
This is a feminist act.
i’m lactose intolerant:(
dont care
Swig some milk in solidarity with OP against anon.
so i’m like assuming the reason for slapping ‘this post is about sapphics’ or ‘this post is about T4T sex’ or ‘this post is about trans women’ on horny posts that could be taken in other ways is bc otherwise the OP gets swamped with reblogs whose comments/tags interpret it as straight/about man cocks and lady vaginas, and this might be quite unpleasant for OP to be subjected to for various reasons.
i don’t like have commentary about this, im just realising that this is an assumption/something im guessing rather than something i know and saying out loud that that is the case
I interpreted a lot of "This post is about..." ones to be a response to all the "haha, glad that this post isn't about GROSS XYZ!" that would crop up in the notes of... A lot of posts. Well, maybe some of them are narrowings, as you say, but I interpreted many similar ones as "Yes I am a pervert and I am unashamed."
Hmm, maybe I'm thinking of different post-disclaimers than you are. (Well really, anti-disclaimers, claimers.)
Go and find you a special someone who looks at you with penis awe...
First rave I ever went to a guy sat next to me and my friend and was like “hey so did you know that when you get a dick piercing there’s a high chance you might cum? From the stimulation of getting your dick pierced?” And we were like did you cum and he was like “I can’t say”
Perverts. You were thinking about him cumming while getting his dick pierced!
Killer whales finally becoming killer, eh...
Well, fine, becoming anti-materiel, at any rate.
The state of Ukrainian democracy is deeply disturbing but i don’t think you get to complain about state repression of dissent and bans on opposition parties if your preferred model of democracy is a “democratic centralist” one party state exercising overt political censorship
Wait, who's... Arguing such things?
Beholder Meme Faces
moar
I'm sure I've reblogged this before.
Some people name their child after themselves, and some people say they think of their pets as their children, but rarely do you see a pet owner name their pet after themself. "Hi, I'm Dave, and this is my dog, Dave" -- you just don't see that a lot.
Hi I’m Mike, this is my son Mike Jr., and this is my pet, Mike Dog.
and this is my cat mike at
My uncle, who now goes only by his middle name, gave his old first name to his dog...
